When the bell chimed, the guys approached the first girl on their list and after 7 minutes, if the two hit it off the guy would ask for the girl’s contact details, and she could give him whichever sealed envelope she chose- delaying all the awkwardness surrounding rejection till after the event.
Engrossed in their conversation they hadn’t heard the final bell. Tara busied herself with her jacket in order to hide her embarrassment. He chuckled and asked for her number in an easy manner. She picked an envelope from the untouched pile, and gave it to him, their fingers grazed and she could’ve sworn there was a spark-or maybe it was static.
‘Lung cancer’, she almost whispered.
Tara looked down and shook her head and slowly mumbled, ‘No.’
Recovering himself, he started to return her envelope, ‘I guess you’ll want this back.’
‘You could give it up’ her voice was pleading, earnest, feminine.