“Actually, I came over here hoping you’d smile real pretty and welcome me with open arms. That was the noli talking.” He grimaces and takes the last sip of water. “Now I just want my stomach to stop attacking itself.” He pauses and then gestures at his empty glass. “That, and another drink of water please.” I scowl. I should just kick him out. Send him back on his way. He did come over here with the hopes of getting laid. “So you were going to rape me.” He looks so appalled that I actually feel better. “I was going to woo you.” The thought is so ridiculous that I snort.
