[ Slowly and then all at once, a full grin curls up on his lips, an incredulous, breathless laugh escaping his lips. Oh my god, she gave him her number. He has the number of this extremely cute, extremely smart, extremely witty girl, and he feels wholly unworthy of it. But all the same he has it, and as he starts to stumble backwards, he curls his fist and lifts it to his chest.
BE STILL, HIS LITTLE TWITTERPATED HEART. ]
Right - right! I'll - I'll just - call you, then! About! That! [ A beat. ] Soon!
[ Hopefully that is sufficient, because he's dissolving into pleasant laughter once again. ]
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BE STILL, HIS LITTLE TWITTERPATED HEART. ]
Right - right! I'll - I'll just - call you, then! About! That! [ A beat. ] Soon!
[ Hopefully that is sufficient, because he's dissolving into pleasant laughter once again. ]