When we were alone at the table, I asked Hen, “What was that about?” She kept her eyes on her menu. “She didn't believe that someone like you would be here with someone like me.” I nearly choked on my spit. “What? That’s crazy.” Henrietta gave me a look with a tinge of annoyance. “Guys like you don't exactly go out with girls like me. Especially not to a fancy place like this.” I studied her for a moment in utter disbelief, wondering what Henrietta had seen. What would make her think that a guy like me wouldn't be interested in her? I knew plenty of guys who liked their girls with
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