“How
was it?” Lisa asks.
My hands fall away from my face. “What?"
She looks at me sternly over the top of her glasses. “Your date.”
My hands fall away from my face. “What?"
She looks at me sternly over the top of her glasses. “Your date.”
“I don’t know if I’d call it that.
It was just dinner. And … I probably won’t do it again.” I don’t want people to
think I’m more focused on my social life than my work. And I don’t want to like
Aron any more than I already do.
Lisa’s eyes narrow as she watches my
expression. “Fine. It was just dinner,” she says slowly, “and you probably
won’t do it again. But tell me about
it. Was he a jerk? Did he—”
“It was amazing,” I blurt. “I
haven’t enjoyed myself that much in a long time.”
“You poor thing. It sounds awful.”
“It might have been the first
conversation I’ve ever had with a guy that didn’t contain more awkward pauses
than words.”
“It must have been torture,” she
says, her lips twitching. “I can see why you wouldn’t want to do that more than
once. I imagine he’s a terrible kisser as well."
I
can’t hide my smile as I think about Aron. “Don’t even get me started on that.”
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