“Wait, I don’t have your number?” you said, glancing at Adam. you had just came to the bar to have a drink after work and after a while Adam Aproched you and spoke to you and you shared many things and although you had just met today you wanted to know more about him

He paused for a moment, his lips curling into a subtle smirk, the kind that made your heart skip a beat. “Oh, um... it’s behind your barrette,” he said, pointing toward your hair.

You blinked, momentarily confused. “My barrette?”

He nodded, his smirk deepening. “Yeah, just... check behind it.”

Skeptical but intrigued, you raised your hand to your hair, fingers brushing over the familiar curve of your barrette. You started to feel around, your curiosity growing with every second. That’s when your fingers brushed against something unusual—a tiny, folded piece of paper tucked securely behind the clip.

Your eyes widened slightly as you pulled it free, holding it delicately between your fingers. You unfolded it, your heart quickening as you realized what it was: his number, written in neat, deliberate handwriting.

You looked up at him, a mix of surprise and amusement on your face. “When did you—?”

Adam shrugged casually, his expression still smug, as if he’d been planning this moment for days. “I have my ways,” he said lightly, his tone teasing. “Didn’t want to risk you losing it.”