"Ah yeah," he said, taking her phone as if he was afraid he'd screw that up too. Maybe Nicholas was right. He probably could find a way to screw up making black coffee. "I'm really sorry about that," he muttered as he navigated her phone to find the contacts page and began to punch in his number. As he did, he continued, "It's not the most glamorous of cities, but we've got a few good places and shopping centers. I could take you around and...stuff."

Oh, no. He was starting to get [i]nervous.[/i] That wasn't a feeling he got around people often. Then, snapping his fingers and handing the phone back to her, he said, "Also. My name is Jacob. Jacob Wright."