“I mean, it’s possible. Personally, I’m a realist, and it’s possible that someone was jealous of you and set you up. I don’t mean to scare you, I’m sorry. I’m just trying to think of every option that could’ve happened.” Faust would usually hate being reminded of the incident, but today was somewhat different. “Oh that’s all right.” He responded. “Somehow the way you talk about the incident is different. If I didn’t already feel bad enough about it before, people would always bring me even further down with their sympathies and their pity. I know they’re sincerely sorry and they all mean it in a nice way, I just always felt that being pitied, even for something that isn’t your fault, always made you feel worse. You sort of let me know how sorry you were about the incident, not coming of unfeeling, but doing so in a way that didn’t make me feel any worse.” When shee said she was trying to think of every option that could’ve happened, he gave her one of those smile you give when you find something funny or ironic, but not enough for an actual laugh or a full on smile. He backed that short smile with the words “Trust me, Natalie. I’ve been thinking of who could’ve done it for months now and didn’t come to any conclusions yet. I’ve stopped because it made me obsessed with it in a bad way and made me feel even more anxious.” She leaned across the table to pat him on the shoulder, which felt a bit awkward. He liked the sentiment of her triyng to comfort him, but he didn’t know how to respond to that. He was about to say an awkard thank you, which would’ve been horrible to say, but she saved him by saying “Disney musical? Sure, I can totally help with that, no problem. Do you want my number?” Faust was about to respond by saying yes, but he realized they were still talking to each turning around on their chairs from their own tables. “Of course I would love to work with you, but … If we’re going to talk business, how about you join my table so we can talk face to face? Have a drink on my account, I hate drinking alone.” He invited her to join his table, having liked her so far, and wanting to keep the conversation going. He did want her number, but he felt as if him talking so much about this he sort of pushed her into a corner where she would have to say yes or sure to him to get him of her back. That’s why he’d rather give her his number so that she can decide if she wants to help him or not. That way he’ll be sure she wants this and not because he pushed her into this. Anyways, he’d rather get her number for social and not business reason, and that way he’ll know she gave her number becuase she wanted to be more than business colleagues … Such as friends or more if it gets to it. “I think I’d preffer if I gave you my number, so that you can call me when you’re free and willing and then we can set something up.”
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