“This invitation is going to sound redundant considering…uh, the entire night,” he says, “but I was hoping I could talk you into grabbing a drink with me. Or food. Or whatever.” He barks out a self-deprecating laugh, his cheeks flushing slightly. I bite back a smile. “Okay, I’m fucking this up, but I’d like to spend some time with you if you’re up for it. Preferably not in an alley with garbage.”
