I’m not that interesting. Xxx Let it out slowly. “Seriously?”
He shrugged. We will probably never see each other again.”
He smiled warmly. But after he checked his watch twice, I knew I should let him get back to work. Please, God, tell me I’m dreaming. Slow down. “If I win, how about I split it with you?”
“That’s very generous of you. ‘Tis the season,
Chris, the Survey Guy
P.S. The worst that could have happened was he either didn’t have Facebook or his profile was restricted to only friends. I watched them while they waited for three women to vacate a table for four before sitting down themselves. In its place was a slight frown, despite the light still shining in his eyes. “I need to get going,” I said, standing up. But after he checked his watch twice, I knew I should let him get back to work.
