“I don’t think so,” I said. “Not because you’re not a great guy-”
He parted his lips to speak-
“But I know Jesus would always come first in your life, and I’m looking to be someone’s number one.” Or at least someone’s bit of fun and certainly not someone’s project.
“I understand.”
“But I hope you find someone as special as you are.”
“You, too.”
“And your fly is open.”
He looked down and his cheeks flushed. “Thanks.”
“No problem.” I slung my purse across my body. “Please tell your parents the food was delicious.”
“Sure.”
“Good luck, Cory.”
“Take care,” he said.
I hurried out the front doors into the fresh air at a kitten saving pace. As soon as I was around the corner, I started walking normally again and unwrapped the cheesecake.
When the first sweet bite hit my tongue, I felt like writing a poem. It was so good I had to stop walking for a second to savor it. In fact, I was relieved that I’d ended things so maturely with Cory since it meant I could go back for another slice sometime.
Thank god I hadn’t said I was an atheist.