“Yes, this is Rebecca, but who are you?” Rebecca asked back on the mobile.

“I’m Jim. You don’t remember me?” Jim’s voice sounded deflated very quickly.

“Ah, wait…” Rebecca paused for a moment. “You’re the guy from the restaurant, right?”

“Yeah, so you do remember me,” Jim laughed a little. “I’m relieved now.”

“How did you get my number?” Rebecca asked straightforwardly.

“U-Uh, um…” Jim kept stuttering like a child. “T-That’s… actually… My dad helped me with that. I don’t exactly know how he got the number. He just told me he has connections. And… I hope you’re not upset by this.”

“Well… there’s nothing wrong with getting my number through effort,” Rebecca said. “But I can’t really appreciate it, either, because I think I already refused to give you my number?”

“Y-Yeah, but it’s been a few days, and I thought maybe you might have changed your mind?” Jim hesitantly said.

“Did I look that unstable to you?”

“No, no, that’s not what I meant,” Jim quickly said. “T-To be honest, I didn’t wan