“Are you kidding me? I’m totally nervous.” I focus on the buttons of his shirt. “Why?” “Because I like you,” he says. “Because I think there’s something between us, and I’m very afraid that I’m going to do the wrong thing again and send you running. And I don’t want that. If you’re going to go running anywhere, I’d prefer that you come running to me. I understand that we don’t know each other, not really, but . . . I’d just like to have coffee with you.”
