Caterina. 25. Italian. art student. I reject reality
Matt: Harry? Harriet: Yeah.. Matt: He wrote his phone number on here. Harriet: What do you mean? Matt: I mean he wrote his phone number on here. You didn’t see it? Harriet: That’s his phone number? Matt: What did you think it was? Harriet: I just thought it was his uniform number, you know, they sign their name and then write the number. Matt: Yeah, they do do that. You thought his uniform number was three billion, one hundred and six million, seven hundred and eight-six thousand, five hundr- he was asking you out! Harriet: You know, now that I’ve had some time to reflect upon it I think you might be right. Matt: Do you? Harriet: Yes. Matt: Yeah.. You gave me a used cocktail napkin, basically.