Page 20 of Love Undecided
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I get out of his car but then turn back.
“Quick question?”
“Shoot,” he says.
“Bang.” My inner thirteen-year-old girl strikes again.
He smiles.
I continue, “I already told you I don't like nicknames. So, why not just call me Kat?”
“Easy. I do like nicknames. And I like you. And when I like people, I give them nicknames. But more than that, I like that youdon’tlike it.” He winks at me and drives away.
