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“I should,” Thatcher said, digging through one of his pockets. He took out what looked like an expensive fountain pen. It was his reaping pen. It went along with the pad of paper he had. It was used to cross out the names that were listed on the pad, marking the humans as officially dead. He handed it to Adeline though, Nike growling in disbelief.
She smiled, writing down her number quickly and handing both to him. "Thank you."
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Thatcher hummed in response, tucking the pen and slip of paper back into his pocket. “You’re welcome. I’ll call you and we can figure out a day and time,” he said with a warm smile.
She nodded. "Could you text instead? I never pick up unknown numbers." She asked sheepishly
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“If that makes you more comfortable, then of course,” Thatcher answered with a nod. He wasn’t the best with modern cellphones. As he had watched technology progress, it seemed to grow more and more complicated.
She nodded gratefully. "I better get going." She said.
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“Right, of course. I’ll text you later,” Thatcher said, nodding his head. His eyes glanced to Nike for a moment, and he discreetly flicked one of his fingers at Adeline. “Have a nice night,” he said before setting off down a path.
