“What about the third date?” “Hmm, hmm, hmm.” I tap my chin, an innocent gesture that seems to irritate him. “How about candle making? We can create scents inspired by each other. It could be fun, don’t you think?” “Wow, Nuisance.” He exhales into a sympathetic, incredibly mocking smile. “On a scale of ‘not at all’ to ‘I need professional help,’ how lonely are you?”
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