“It’s okay.”
Better to leave now, I thought.
I stood. “I enjoyed our time together, Trenton. It was the best date I’ve had in a long time, and I mean that. If you ever want to talk, call me or send an email.” I dug out my wallet and laid a business card on the table. “It’s the least I can do for laying all my troubles on you during dinner.” I leaned over and kissed his cheek. “I’ll see myself out.” I turned and headed outside, texting a cab company with the address since I’d taken note of the street and house number when we’d arrived.
As the cab pulled away some minutes later, I looked back toward the house to see Trenton standing at a window, the light behind him highlighting the sadness that seemed to shroud his body.
I hoped he would call.
* * * *
“He sounds very ‘Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde’,” Sonny opined on Monday afternoon as we ate lunch together in the café of the building where we both worked.
I glared at him. “You don’t know him.”