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This visibly pisses him off.
“Nice? Great. Perfect. You know what? It was… interesting meeting you, Calliope. Best of luck with your new job. I guess I’ll just see you around.”
Then he turns to leave, and I find that I can’t let that happen.
“Ralph, don’t go. Can we maybe…?”
He zooms super close to me and lowers his voice.
“Don’t tell me you’re one of those women who is only interested in guys who treat them like crap.”
Wow, he’s really close. I have to look way up to meet his eyes. And I swear I can smell his shaving cream. I match his hushed volume.
“No, of course not, I just—”
“Because that’s just not me. Though, believe me, I’m considering it.”
“You’re considering treating women like crap?”
“Yes. I mean, no. Of course not!”
He must realize how intense we look to the folks walking by us. He backs up a few steps and looks at his feet before continuing.
“But it seems like my life would work a hell of a lot better if I did.”
“That’s ridiculous.”
“Is it?”
He stares into my eyes now. Damn, this guy is so… open. It’s beautiful and terrifying and…
“Will you take a walk with me, Ralph?”
“Where? Why?” It’s clear I’m testing this very patient man’s patience, and he’s about to give up on me.
“I don’t know. I just… I have a little time before my next meeting and…”
“And what?”
“And… it would be really nice to spend that time exploring the museum with you.”
Chapter Eleven
“You want to go in?”
He gestures to the giant anatomically correct walk-through heart exhibit.
“Into the heart?”
“Yeah.”
“Oh, no. I don’t do that.”
“Do what?”
“Go into the heart.”
“Didn’t you say you grew up coming to this museum?”
