“I think I just fell in love with you.” I stumbled back, clutching my chest, like Cupid had pierced an arrow through it. He massaged his eye sockets, looking tired, almost deflated. “Like my day wasn’t bad enough. Get dressed.” He tucked his phone into his pocket, a sullen, fallen angel. “We’re getting you diagnosed right now. Then I’m taking you to dinner. Vegetarian something. My treat.” Oh, my. I’d been dyslexic less than ten minutes and I already loved every second of it.
