Jeremy's not scared of Anna. But Elena's last plea pulls a wry smile from him as he thumbs over her name in his phone's contact list. After a moment he presses down to dial, listening impatiently as it rings until finally going to voicemail. He clears his throat, eager to talk with her but not wanting to show it.

"Hey Anna. It's me. ... Jeremy. I was just, uh, wondering what you were doing... And I guess maybe see if you wanted to come hang out tonight or something. Well, give me a call back when you have the chance, okay? I'll probably be out late, so don't worry about the time. ... Later."

There's another slight pause before he hangs up, feeling just a bit ridiculous.