"I mean yea..you don't deserve to be treated like shit-w-a-are you okay? W-Why'd you turn your back on me?"
She said as her hands were wrapped around his waist.
"Well, thats okay..I'm-you know what, here, my number.."
She said as she pulled a pen from her ear like she was holding it in there then she looked down at his arm and gently grabbed it, she then wrote her number on his arm, the numbers were very neat, he could tell she had neat hand writing.
(Funnnnnn facttt abouttt Zen is that I do actually in fact write very neatly when not rushed :>)