Sugar pack.

Every Tuesday, I go to a cafe with the Motoclub I'm in, yes a cafe... Pretty much it's always the same, except for this last Tuesday.

I was sitting at the table listening at all the randomness in five different conversations, not really putting atenttion to anyone, when that happens I always begin to play with the sugar packs, I guess it's like a nervous thing or something, better than biting my nails, that's for sure.

Anyways... I was about to grab the fifth pack of sugar when I notice something on the one I was holding, it had a number written on the side and a small note "Call me!" I looked around right away just to see if it was some sort of evil joke from my friends, no one seemed to be the mastermind of this. I looked at the sugar pack to see if I could find more notes or anything like that, nothing... I even "analysed" the letters to determine if it was a girl or a guy the one who wrote it, my subconcious was saying it was a girl... and also my analysis... Guys don't write little stars bellow the exclamation marks.

I discretly put the sugar pack in the pocket of my jacket and kept playing with another pack, got into the conversation a little bit and then ride back home. Once at home I pulled out the little brown sugar envelope out of my pocket and stared at it for a while...

What should be the end of the story?