My acquaintance is a shy little boy, not very able to deal with girls. At the same time, he is quite loving, but his sympathy does not last more than a few subway races.



One Friday morning he was in the subway, waiting for an evening beer with series and saw her. She was riding on some of her business with a giant flower in a pot. The subway in the morning is not the best choice. The surrounders nervously fixed the leaves of the plant and cried loudly.



The acquaintance decided to act in a knightly manner, stumbled against the lady, barred the flower from the crowd with his mighty shoulders (OK, I will not lie to you, the usual shoulders of an ordinary programmer, but at the time they seemed heroic) and decided to meet on occasion.



Now is the time for our hero to go. Using the opportunity, he asked the lady for a phone.

Okay, I will record myself.



The nymph grabbed the smartphone, stumbled on the promising numbers and barely managed to pass back when the crowd took the young man onto the platform.



Shocked by his own courage, he looked at the phone only when he reached the office. The numbers were available, but with the inscription: "Tani's girlfriend's phone, I have a husband."



The girlfriend was not enough.