“I’ve only got about an hour,” he says. “Is that all?” The words come out softer than I intend. It seems like the night went by in a flash, and a heavy weight settles in my gut over the impending cutoff. I don’t want tonight to be over yet. “Yes. Only an hour to ask for your number.” My eyes snap to his, red-rimmed and clearly tired. “Me playing chase on the moving walkway didn’t scare you off?” He shoves a hand into his pocket and pulls his phone out, hitting me with a gravelly “Not at all.”
