“I’m really sorry I have to leave like this.” Refusing to look into Vincent’s excited eyes, I speak my apologies to the table.
“No problem, really.” He says with a stomach churning grin. “Can I call you sometime? I would love to do this again if you’re up for it.”
“I… Um… Yeah.” I stumble over myself, confused.
The date had been great so far. Calming myself, I quickly decide that his odd behavior may just be lack of understanding. Against better judgment, I take the readied pen from his hand. I scribble my number on a cheap, thin, napkin and slide it in his direction. Without another word I turn away. I can feel his eyes piercing my backside like daggers. A chill shoots down my spine, and a low sensual tone follows me as I walk away from the table.
“Good luck with your emergency.” He whispers.
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