Perfection

Sawyer

I sit in my pale pink beanbag, flipping through the magazine. Thoughts of the boy keep running through my head. I pick up my wallet and pull out the one dollar bill he handed me. "He touched this," I whisper, turning it over. But I spot something written on the back. I blink and look closer.
It's some random numbers. It's..
Oh God.
I swallow, the room spinning around me. My hand shakes.
It's a phone number.
I dig in my purse and pull out my iPhone. I open up the phone app and hesitate for a few moments, and then take a deep breath and type in the first digit of his number. It makes a beeping sound effect, and I jump. I turn down the volume and enter the next couple numbers, and then the next few, until I've typed in the entire thing.
My hand hovers over the call button.
Should I?
Yes. I should.
I press the call button and hold the phone up to my ear. It rings a couple times.
"Hello?" says a familiar voice on the other end. "Who is this?"
"Uh.." I stammer. "Tracie. It's Tracie."
"Who?" says the boy, although I think I can sense a sort of understanding in his voice.
"Tracie. The girl at the mall today." I say, licking my dry lips.
The boy laughs. "Oh. You. The one with the cute nose."
My mouth falls open. Cute nose? Nose, of all things? Why not my eyes, or my hair? The things I worked hard to fix? "Excuse me?" I answer. "What about my... hair?"
"I like brown hair better on girls. Blonde doesn't really suit you."
I silently curse myself for dyeing my hair. "Oh. Okay then." I pause. "What is your name, anyway?"
"It's kind of stupid..."
"That's okay," I reply.
"Promise you won't laugh?"
"I promise."
"Okay then.." the boy pauses. "It's... Sawyer."
Sawyer! "I love that name!" I gush, before I can stop myself. "It's the name of one of my favorite characters in-"
"-Lost!" he finishes. "My parents named me after him. Even though his real name was James," he explains. "So you like that show, I assume?"
"Yes!" I say excitedly. "I love it! Have you watched it?"
"Yeah!" Sawyer exclaims. "I can't believe you recognized my name."
I blush, finally remembering that I'm only talking to a stranger. "Well..." I trail off. "I have to go."
"Bye, Tracie!" Sawyer says. "Talk to you later?"
"Yeah, I guess," I answer. "Bye."