We got to the roof and Jake was practically bouncing on the balls of his feet. "So what's the plan? What's Phase Two?"
I walked over to the edge and leaned against the railing, looking down at the street below. "Phase Two," I said, trying to sound like I had any idea what I was talking about, "is about creating an opportunity."
I turned to face him. "You can't just walk up to her and say, 'Hey, I also like weird documentaries, let's go out.' You'll scare her off."
"Right, right," he said, nodding so fast his head looked like it was going to fly off. "Too aggressive. So what do I do?"
I sighed and walked over to the edge of the roof, my hands gripping the railing. The city looked flat and quiet from up here. "We need an opportunity," I said, turning back to him. "And it has to feel natural. You can't just go in there with a plan."
Jake just stared at me, his eyes wide. "Natural," he repeated, like it was a word from a different language.