““What are you doing here?” “Coming to pick you up for tonight.” “I’m not going.” “Would it help if I lowered to my knees and said please?” He started to go down. I hit his shoulder. “Stop that. You’re embarrassing me.” He dragged his gaze over my body. “You look beautiful.” “Whatever.” I wore black yoga pants and a shirt with Star War’s Yoda flipping the bird on the front. “I love the way your clothes hug your body.” “I love the way you continue to invade my privacy.””
