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He
smiles
his
odd
I
’
ve
-
got
-
a
-
whopping
-
big
-
secret
smile
.
“
You
’
re
welcome
,
Anastasia
.
It
’
s
my
pleasure
.
Come
,
”
he
commands
,
and
holds
his
hand
out
to
me
.
I
take
it
,
bemused
,
and
follow
him
out
of
the
coffee
shop
.
We
stroll
back
to
the
hotel
,
and
I
’
d
like
to
say
it
’
s
in
companionable
silence
.
He
at
least
looks
his
usual
calm
,
collected
self
.
As
for
me
,
I
’
m
desperately
trying
to
gauge
how
our
little
coffee
morning
has
gone
.
I
feel
like
I
’
ve
been
interviewed
for
a
job
,
but
I
’
m
not
sure
what
for
.
“
Do
you
always
wear
jeans
?
”
he
asks
out
of
the
blue
.
“
Mostly
.
”
He
nods
.
We
’
re
back
at
the
intersection
,
across
the
road
from
the
hotel
.
My
mind
is
reeling
.
What
an
odd
question
…
And
I
’
m
aware
that
our
time
together
is
limited
.
This
is
it
.
This
was
it
,
and
I
’
ve
completely
blown
it
,
I
know
.
Perhaps
he
has
someone
.
“
Do
you
have
a
girlfriend
?
”
I
blurt
out
.
Holy
crap
—
I
just
said
that
out
loud
?
His
lips
quirk
up
in
a
half
smile
,
and
he
peers
down
at
me
.
“
No
,
Anastasia
.
I
don
’
t
do
the
girlfriend
thing
,
”
he
says
softly
.
Oh
…
what
does
that
mean
?
He
’
s
not
gay
.
Oh
,
maybe
he
is
!
He
must
have
lied
to
me
in
his
interview
.
And
for
a
moment
,
I
think
he
’
s
going
to
follow
up
with
some
explanation
,
some
clue
to
this
cryptic
statement
—
but
he
doesn
’
t
.
I
have
to
go
.
I
have
to
try
to
reassemble
my
thoughts
.
I
have
to
get
away
from
him
.
I
walk
forward
,
and
I
trip
,
stumbling
headlong
into
the
road
.
