Two weeks after Moffat gave her the news her phone rang, it was an unknown number. Who would have her number? If it was about business they’d call her agent, maybe it was a mistake call, she picked it up anyway.
“Hello?”
“Ms. Coleman?” spoke a husky voice, when she didn’t say anything the person continued. “It’s Peter Capaldi here, I asked Moffat for your number I hope I’m not bothering you.”
“No, of course not.” she heard him taking a deep breath.
“So, I’d like to know if you wanted to have lunch with me someday, so we can get to know each other.” He seemed nervous and Jenna thought that was adorable.
“Of course, just tell me when and where.” He chuckled.
“How about tomorrow at The Ritz around 1 o’clock?”
“Deal. I gotta go now, see you tomorrow Peter.”
“See you tomorrow Ms. Coleman.” The way he said her surname made her heart skip a beat. Jenna rolled her eyes at herself and went back to her bed to enjoy her Friday off. Richard wasn’t home (not that he officially lived with her) so she used all her time off to sleep. She’s never been more tired in her life.