3. A Telephone Call (B)


Maria: Hello?

Mike: Hello. Is this Maria speaking?

Maria: Yes, this is her speaking.

Mike: Hi! This is Mike from the coffee shop. We spoke five days ago.

Maria: Mike! Yes, I remember you. How are you? I thought you had forgotten about me.

Mike: I'm doing well. How are you? How could I ever forget a face like yours?

(Maria blushed over the phone.)

Maria: I'm feeling fine, thank you.

Mike: I'm sorry I didn't call sooner. I've been kind of busy these last few days. I hope you can understand.

Maria: That's alright, no worries. I figured you were the busy type by the look of your clothes.

(Mike worked at an office, and had to wear a tie for work every day.)

Mike: It's just on the weekdays that I'm mostly occupied. But this Friday I'm free. Would you like to grab something to drink on that day?

Maria: Sure, as long as it's not coffee.

(They both laughed over the telephone.)

Mike: Sure, not a problem. How about we have dinner instead? How does that sound to you?

Maria: That sounds fine. Can you pick me up at seven from my apartment?

Mike: Yes, I can! Alright, dinner at seven. It's a date.

Maria: I'll message you my address. Where would you want to eat?

Mike: Anywhere you like.

Maria: Do you have any suggestions?

Mike: I know this perfect Chinese restaurant on Atlantic Avenue. They serve the best Kung Pao Chicken in town.

Maria: That sounds appetizing. Let's go there.

Mike: Great! So, it's settled then, Chinese cuisine at seven o'clock. I will pick you up in my car at seven on the dot. Bring an empty stomach.

Maria: Okay! Will do, Mike. Thank you.

Mike: I'll see you then. Bye.

Maria: Goodbye.

(Mike and Maria were looking forward to seeing each other this Friday night.)