“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