Alani looked at him, curiously. His type of manhood was an endangered species. She appreciated the pieces of his time he allowed her to spend with him. “Thank you, Ethic,” she said. She backpedaled. “I wouldn’t mind if you called me sometime. Maybe we could get coffee and you can tell me about who you were here to see. My number is on the paperwork at your shop.” She paused, as she stared at him, wondering how this man she barely knew brought so much comfort to her wounded soul. “Okay, bye.”
