“I’m a writer.”
“Ooooh. Sweet. What kind?”
He explained what he wrote, amused when she said, “I only read romances, but I bet you’re good.”
“It keeps a roof over my head,” he replied.
“Does your girlfriend like them?”
He resisted chuckling at her obvious prying, saying, “I don’t have one.”
“Bummer. Are you doing anything tonight?”
“What?”
“Well, if there’s no girlfriend, then you’re available. So, maybe we could go out? I know I’m being forward, but that’s me. I’m between boyfriends, so to speak, and you’re cute and nice, I think. Sooo…” She smiled.