Chris took a deep breath. The amount of chemicals his thoughts were supposed to move around, it was almost ridiculous. But chemicals aside, they [i]were [/i]supposed to meet up somehow. He looked into the building - there was no chance anyone could be found in there.

He pulled out his phone and scrolled through the contacts. He didn't have her number yet, but getting it would be no problem since they worked together (He cringed inwardly at the thought - people always say never to date coworkers, and he knew he was going to pay for this, but how can you say no to Carrie?) He flipped through the contacts some more until he reached his boss's number, and pressed Dial.

[color=aqua]"Evening, boss."[/color] He turned his back to the club. [color=aqua]"Yes, all's good. Apologies for the hour, but could you SMS me Carrie's number?"[/color] Pausing a little after the man's next question. [color=aqua]"Depending on how things go, it could become work-related."[/color] The man on the other side of the line was a little skeptical, but yielded eventually. A few moments later, a 'New Message' notification appeared, and Chris dialed the attached number.