unforth | Funeral, er, again

Zack sat next to the phone, holding her number, trying to decide if he should call her or not. It had been nearly a week since they had met, and they had exchanged numbers. It worried him that she hadn't called him, and he wondered if that was a hint, if he should just assume that it was a gentle rejection. He certainly hoped not; from his point of view they had gotten along really well, she certainly had acted interested. Indeed, if they had met at a bar or similar social setting, he would have called her already, so confident he was that their initial encounter had gone well. However, he had always been wary of meeting women in emotional situations, and he had met her at her fathers funeral, which definately counts as emotional. Ultimately, he wasn't really sure what she was thinking, what she had in mind. She had definately flirted with him, but it was entirely possible that she was just trying to distract herself from her sorrow, or something like that. He simply couldn't decide if it'd be highly inappropriate for him to call her, since if she had wanted to talk to him she could have called him any time in the last week. He put her number aside. Emotional distress was the key. She wasn't thinking clearly, she probably regretted, she would probably be upset if she heard from him. He was interested, even now, but she'd had a tough week already, so he wouldn't call, he wouldn't impose on her. Satisfied, he turned to leave, when the phone rang. "Hey, this is Zack," he said, answering it.
"Uh, hi, I don't know if you'll remember me, I'm Cassie, we met last week, at the funeral, ya know?"