It's Only a Model

[Tim Tawfeek]

Tim nodded again, readjusting things, gathering up what he needed (especially the model, which he handled with something akin to kid gloves, carefully balancing it and all). He was pretty sure he had everything situated and had started to mvoe and all when she said an "oh."

Tim paused midstep, turning slightly toward Gabs, his brows raised for a moment. What could she... ah, he should've figured as much. He extended a few fingers, pinching the note between them and sort of moving it into his palm. 'Sure thing. I was just gonna look you up in the directory or something," he said, shrugging. What he didn't want to add was that he still didn't feel wholly comfortable just randomly asking girls for their numbers, even if he was technically in a relationship and shouldn't really find the whole situation awkward or anything like that.

"I'll drop a line," he repeated, along with giving one last nod before awkwardly rearranging everything. Stuff in hand, Tim walked away, determined to get everything unloaded in his dorm and add a new contact to his phone, and a new friend to his friendlist and all that good stuff.