“So, what’d you make for breakfast?” he asks a few minutes later. “French toast and bacon.” “I like French toast and bacon.” I turn, giving him an amused smile. “Is that right?” “It is,” he responds, taking a large bite of his pizza. I laugh and take the bait. “Well, then it’s settled, Handsome. I guess I’ll have to make French toast and bacon for you some time.” “How about tomorrow?” he asks, looking me right in the eye. “You sure you won’t be sick of me by then?” He shakes his head. Slowly. Purposefully.
