“You’re staring,” she says just above a whisper without looking at me. “Does it bother you?” “No,” she replies, then turns to look at me. “Why are you staring?” I’m surprised at her confidence; I think she is too. I smirk and turn my attention to fidget with my cuff link, something I do when I’m nervous. “It’s our first date, Miss Silver, and I’d like to remain a gentleman this evening so if you don’t mind, I’ll keep that answer to myself.”
