He gave me a small smile. “That’s the second time today you’ve babbled like that. You’ve never done that before. It’s cute.”
“It is not!” I proclaimed indignantly, though I secretly wished he meant it in a more intimate way.
Now he laughed outright. “Believe me, it is. You know, I was at a club the other night and a guy there reminded me of you.”
I almost choked on my food. After drinking more beer, I took a breath and said, “I’m sure there are other guys with brown, curly hair out there.”
“Sure, but I know only one guy with braces and a snarky attitude.” He kept staring at me, face now serious, and I focused on my food, willing him to let it go.
“I usually leave around five-thirty in the morning to catch the bus during the week.” When I glanced at him, I thought he looked disappointed, but I couldn’t think why.
“We’ll go in together, since I need someone to drive me, after all. And really? Five-thirty? You’re a glutton for punishment, aren’t you?”