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question is: Who wouldn’t want to see my skills?” I let out an exasperated
laugh, finishing with a hum snuggling tighter with my blanket. “I like that
sound coming from you. What are you doing?”
    “I’m curled up on a lounge with a blanket looking at the
reflection of the moon on the ocean.” A comfortable quietude follows as the tide
rises, perceptibly reaching for the moon. After some time, I look to my phone
to see if we were still connected. I break the silence with his name, “Diego?”
    “Hmmm?” he hums in question.
    “What are you doing?”
    Instead of answering my question, he asks me about following
school sports. I explain that while I enjoy some professional sports, I was
never one to follow. “My dad was a die-hard Raiders fan, especially when they
were in Los Angeles, but our thing was always music.”
    “Izzy, that’s the second time you talked about your parents
in the past tense tonight.” Perceptive, isn’t he?
    With a sigh, I give him the short of it: a few years ago, my
parents died in an accident. No need to sullen the mood with the details. I
also left out the part where, because of their deaths, I decided that life was
too volatile to fall in love. “But let’s not talk about that, I’m not ready to
chase you off yet.”
    His laugh isn’t quite as hearty as I’ve grown accustomed to
hearing. “Ohhhh,” he draws out the word. “Izzy, bella , you underestimate
my tenacity to obtain what I want.”
    “I haven’t decided if I want you yet,” the squeak in my
voice betraying my lie. “Let’s play a game of twenty questions and I’ll decide
at the end.”
    “I’m game, but be prepared…I’ve got a dirty mind and I’m not
afraid to speak it,” he teases.
    He can’t see it, but I roll my eyes anyway. “How old are
you?” Might as well start with the questions he didn’t answer earlier.
    “I’ll be nineteen in a little over a month,” he answers with
unexpected ease. “How ol—”
    “Why didn’t you answer that question earlier?” I interrupt.
    “Is that your second question, Izzy?” A million more
questions race through my mind. He’s young.
    Shit!
    I grunt in frustration, “No.”
    “How old are you, Izzy?”
    “Twenty-two.”
    “Okay.” The curiosity getting the better of me. “That is my
second question. Why didn’t you answer with your age earlier?”
    “Ha ha. Izzy, I’m not old enough to legally drink. That’s
not exactly a selling point. While it doesn’t bother me that you’re older, I
certainly wasn’t ready to send you running for the hills.”
    I snort. “And now you can be honest, because?” I draw out
the last word and form it as a question.
    “What was it you said earlier?” He pauses. I’m sure it’s
more for dramatic effect and less for actually trying to remember. “Oh yeah,
‘There was this guy and a kiss.’ I think it’s safe to say my age won’t be an
issue anymore.”
    I laugh at his arrogance. “My turn,” he quips. “Do you have
something against jocks?”
    “Uhh, no. Not necessarily. It’s just been my observation
that they’re as badly behaved as rockers.” If my answer creates more questions,
he doesn’t ask.
    “So, you mentioned at dinner a few sports you liked. Are
there any you don’t like?”
    I answer without hesitation, remembering my younger years
when Dad tried to get me into soccer. “Easy. It’s soccer. Of all the sports my
dad tried to get me into, soccer was the only one that made pulling my
fingernails off with pliers sound fun.” On the other end of the line, it sounds
like Diego is choking. When he stops, I continue, “My dad tried to take me to a
game once. The day before the game, I fractured my wrist boxing. Dad insisted I
did it to get out of going to the game.” I chuckle at the memory. “I’m pretty
sure I muttered something like, ‘I wish’ and chocked it up to fate working in
mysterious ways.”
    “You could say that again,” Diego interrupts.
    I laughed at