Andy's POV
"What's that?" Ash asked and I glanced down at the folded piece of paper I was holding. I had just tugged it out from a different part of my bag just now. I was already starting to ask myself just what's with me and papers tonight, when I pulled open the paper and glanced down at it, and the next words died in my throat as soon as realization dawned on me.
"Ohh." I mumbled, feeling a small smile begin to tug at the sides of my lips, and then I glanced up at Ash who was scrolling through something on the television, but had paused some minutes ago.
I waved the paper in the air a little as I spoke. "It's Dave's phone number!" I informed him instantly.
He blinked a couple of times and pursed his lips, and then he leaned against the couch fully in the next moment.
"Dave?" He echoed out, and then I remembered that Ash hasn't been fond of him from the very start, and even after he has found out that Dave has indeed helped me out that night.
