“Surely you have to know that? He adores you. Always has.”
“The feeling is mutual.”
“Then stop moping around the park.”
“I wasn’t moping, that much.” I smile.
“You were absolutely moping. Looking at you even made me want to mope,” he kids.
“Gee, thanks.”
“Do me a favor?” he asks.
“Sure.”
“Don’t tell anyone I was all philosophical and shit. I need to hide the fact that I have a heart. I have an asshole, womanizer rep to uphold.”
“Your secret is safe with me.”