[Tristeza]

Loran not only managed to make Ash's blush intensify into shades worthy of ripe tomatoes, it made the boy click his tongue in annoyance at his own awkwardness. "L-Later." Ash didn't look directly at Loran until he went away, his hand still held out with the small piece of paper lightly quivering from the light breeze. He stared at the number, brows furrowed out of confusion. What the hell had just happened? Why did he just accept a number from another guy? And why did his heart go all aflutter like that? "The fuck is wrong with me?" Ash mumbled to himself. The paper went to his pocket. He had half a mind to throw it away, but still the boy couldn't resist the impulse to keep it for later. Right now, he needed to go home and get a long cold shower. He'd think about it later.