She wrapped her fingers around it right when it stopped. “That’s what I get for leaving it in there,” she mumbled, flipping the phone over so she could see who had called. It was the number for the firehouse. She tapped on the missed number and let it ring. Wondering if something had gone wrong and they needed to arrange for a backup. “Firehouse 15, this is Aaron.” “Oh hey, Aaron, this is Willow. It looks like I missed a call from you guys.” He chuckled lightly. “Not all of us. Just me.” “Oh, okay. What’s up? Is there a problem with the arrangements?” “No. Those are still good. I was actually calling to see if you’d like to go out with me sometime. I was thinking I could take you to lunch or maybe a cup of coffee.” “Oh!” She hadn’t expected him to ask her out. “Is that a good ‘oh’ or bad ‘oh’?”
