She left her card at the gym reception desk and the receptionist chased me down to give it to me. You read that her name is Emily. She must have been a bitch to the receptionist cause now the poor girl fears she might lose her job. She trembles as she goes back to her chair behind the large desk. Emily's power over people should scare you but it only turns you on. You turn away from the receptionist and head out the door looking at the card Emily gave to you. It has her address and phone number.
As soon as you get home you save it into your phone. Pinning the card to a magnet on your fridge. You decide to send her a simple text before taking a shower. "Hey, it's Bridget from the gym. Excited to see you later," you write. You decide that it is better to label yourself because you don't know how many random people she pushes into closets but you secretly hope to be the only one.
She responds back quickly "Hey, I didn't know if you got my number, dinner tonight? 7pm?" You can't believe she responds so fast but she must be as excited as you are. "Yeah, that's perfect," is what you type back with trembling fingers.
Her response is just as quick, "great, see you then". You can tell she isn't big into text conversations but that's good cause neither are you. You decide to end the conversation there and take a shower.