“No, I don’t come here often, but now I’m thinking I should.” “To pick up girls?” I reply, trying not to blush. “To talk to you.” “That’s a bad plan,” I reply. He looks shocked for a moment as he fidgets in his stance. “Why?” “Because I come here to read, and if you bother me while I’m reading—no matter how cute you are—I’m going to really dislike you.” He bites his bottom lip as he grins again. “You think I’m cute?”
