“Food’s almost here. I’ll meet them outside and bring it back here.” Hopping up, he scoots between the desks and heads for the door. In a fit of madness, I call him back before he can turn the corner into the hallway. “I’ll come with you. We can take the food back to my place.” The look this earns me is lascivious and I choose to ignore it. I don’t know what game he’s playing. I’ve been out of practice with dating, and I’m not confident in my ability to recognize real flirting versus…whatever it is Anthony is doing. As usual, he refuses to lead and walks directly beside me as we exit the
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