“You’re really not going to give me your number?” “You’re really not going to put in the effort to find me?” she counters in a whisper. “I’m a busy man, Josie. I don’t have time for games.” Something flashes in her eyes, and then she moves, dipping under my arm, smiling, and pulling open the door for good this time. “Then it sounds like you’re too busy for a woman like me. Thanks again.” And then she’s gone.
