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you.”
    That pissed her off. Her eyes have narrowed to
slits.  “I will have you know,” her perfect fingernails drum against the table,
“that I have lived in my home for almost two whole years and not one man has
ever slept there. In fact, I’ve never even brought a date back there!”
    “I didn’t mean to make you mad, Whitley. I’m sorry.
It just worried me because it sounded kinda unsafe. I wasn’t alluding to
anything else. ”
    “It would be unsafe if I did that, but I don’t. And
I may barely know you, but I already know enough to be absolutely sure I’ll be
safe and sound with you in my home. You, Evan Allen, are a true gentleman. You
couldn’t hide it if you tried.”
    I grin coyly. “Oh yeah, how do you know that?”
    “Because you didn’t like Sawyer talking down to a girl.
You hold open all doors for me. You led me to this booth with your hand gently
on my back,” she blushes, “and you’re arguing not to stay the night with
me.”
    “Sounds like you’ve got me all figured out. So what
about you?”
    “What about me?” She tucks her shiny, golden hair
behind her ears. The tops of them are pink; she’s nervous to be the one under
the magnifying glass.
    “I don’t know. Pick something you want to tell me.
How about… What’s something you’re passionate about?”
    “Singing,” she answers instantly, a glow taking over
her face. “I’m this year’s captain of the Lovely Larks, the school a cappella
group.”
    “Very nice.” I nod with a grin. I can totally see
her as a singer. “You’ll have to sing for me sometime.”
    “Someday.”
    “Someday like tomorrow, or someday like it’s never
gonna happen?” I laugh, just kidding her.
    “The day I figure out the perfect song to sing to
you,” she whispers, looking down.
    I try desperately not to think of how that single
statement reminds me so much of someone else I know. Or at least, someone I
used to know. Someone I thought I knew.
    “Okay, one more fun fact and I’ll feel safe sleeping
under the same roof as you,” I request, giving her a playful kick under the
table.
    “My major is Music Education. I want to be a music
teacher in an elementary school, where the kids are still young enough to just
love the music.”
    “You’ll be great at it.” I shoot her a wink.
    “How can you be so sure of that?”
    “The passion in your eyes when you talk about it.” I
shrug, the explanation self-explanatory to me. “You could never be bad at
something you feel so strongly about.”
    I don’t know her well enough yet to pinpoint the
exact emotion that passes through her eyes before she centers her shoulders and
lifts her head just a little higher. “Thank you, Evan.”
    “Thank you,” I give her a grateful smile and pop the
second dipped fry in my mouth, “for giving my sorry butt a bed. You ready?”
    She nods and I stand up, offering my hand to hold as
she slides out of the booth. I settle the bill and hold the door open for her,
thinking how easy she is to talk to.

    “ H ere you go,” she says cheerfully, walking
into the room ahead of me, turning down the bedspread and sheet. Then she
fluffs my pillow and turns to me with a smile. “Do you need anything else?”
    “No, this is more than enough. Thank you so much,
Whitley, for taking in this gypsy. Are you sure you’re comfortable with this?”
    She bobs her head, smiling. “It feels nice to have
someone else here. I don’t know,” she pops her shoulders, “maybe we could make
popcorn and watch a movie, or sit up and talk, or something,” she bites her little
lip again, “if you’re not too tired.”
    I try not to let the wonderment show on my face. How
is this beautiful, kind, trusting girl lonely?
    “What movie ya thinking?” If she says anything Disney,
I’m jumping out the fucking window and sleeping on the sidewalk.
    “I don’t care,” she says, the happiness in her voice
at the prospect of a movie buddy almost sad. “You can pick.” She grabs