He felt his face flush red. "Thanks. B-Bye!" He smiles, grabbing his iPhone, and dashing out of the Starbucks.

--Timeskip--

He arrived to his home about 1 and a half hours later.
"Yes! I got the job!" He stuck his hand in his pocket, feeling a strip of paper. "Crap! I gotta call her!" He picked up his home phone, dialing the number on the paper. "Er, hey! When do you want to head out? and where?"