He looks at the clock and sighs deeply. **If I'm going to finish, I have to start now.** He grins ruefully at Luna. **You don't know how lucky you are.** He pulls out the assignment sheet for calculus and the broken-backed textbook. The problems aren't hard for him, but there are a lot of them, which tries his patience sorely. He finds it difficult to concentrate: his thoughts keep drifting to a lanky girl with large eyes and straight brown hair. **Tom said she wants me to call her. Can I trust him?**
Luna begins whining again. He jingles he leash. "Do you have to go out again? We just went for a walk a couple of hours ago." She ignores the leash and paces back and forth in front of the door. She stretches her front feet out and noses the door open. **I wonder where she's going? Whatever. Where's that--** His fingers brush a tiny scrap of paper in his pocket. He pulls it out, still not quite sure what he will do. There is a phone number written on it in light blue pen.