The phone was silent for a moment. It had been a long time since Alisa had wanted to be around other people besides himself. And she didn't sound like she was being coerced.
"umm.... oui. Sure," he replied after a moment more, the sound of keys going in pockets followed by a thunk that was immediately followed by a hiss of pain and then a slightly more uncomfortable grumble and a loud clatter that meant Enteinne had dropped the phone...
Some more fumbling and then, "Sorry. Whats de nearest cross streets? I get dere as soon possible."
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