“May I see you again?" he asked. There was an endearing
nervousness in his voice.
I smiled. "Sure."
"Tomorrow?" he asked.
"Patience, grasshopper," I counseled. "You don't
want to seem overeager.
"Right, that's why I said tomorrow," he said. "I
want to see you again tonight. But I'm willing to wait all
night and much of tomorrow." I rolled my eyes. "I'm
serious," he said.
"You don't even know me," I said. I grabbed the book
from the center console. "How about I call you when I finish
this?"
"But you don't even have my phone number," he
said.
"I strongly suspect you wrote it in this
book."
He broke out into that goofy smile. "And you say we don't
know each other.”
“May I see you again?" he asked. There was an endearing
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