“But I can’t.”
“Come on,” he says. “I’ll buy you dinner… with dessert. I’ll wait on your doorstep. I’ll write you a poem.”
“But why?”
“Because I like you. Because I can’t think about anything else and only want to see you. For as long it takes me to get tired of you.”
“It won’t take long.”
“But it might.”
She smiles. “But you don’t even know me.”
“You don’t know me either. Come on. One drink. One walk. One night. You can have any other night, but let the two of us have this one.”
“You’re crazy. I don’t know what to say.”
“Just say, ‘Yes.’ I swear all I want is just to hear you say yes.”
“Then yes.”
“There’s the first one.”
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