“Great,” he says. His gaze lowers to my empty cup. “Can I buy you another coffee?” This is already my third cup today, but I find myself saying, “Yeah, uh, sure,” and then cringe at myself because this is exactly how I answered his last question. I force myself to snap out of my stupor. “Actually, I was about to head out.” “I’ll get you a to-go cup then.” He turns around and heads back to the counter.
Interesting… he’s weird I wander if he’s her pen pale even though it makes no sense what if he was??
