“Sure,” he said. “You doing anything tonight?”
 
 “Tonight?”
 
 “Yeah, tonight.”
 
 “Well…”
 
 “Let’s go grab a drink and see where it goes from there.”
 
 She looked at me for affirmation. I nodded my head. The sooner he moves on the better. I was ready for a little less complicated.
 
 “Sounds good to me.”
 
 “Great, Laura. You want me to pick you up?”
 
 I shook my head violently.
 
 “No, we can meet somewhere,” she said.
 
 “Alright. I’ll text you an address.”
 
 “Sounds good.”
 
 “I’ll be the one with all the muscles.”
 
 Laura giggled like a schoolgirl.
 
 “Yeah, I’ve seen your photos online.”
 
 “Oh, you have, have you?”
 
 “Yeah. They were nice.”
 
 “Just nice, huh? You’ll change your tone when you see them in person.”
 
 “I bet I will,” she said.
 
 “Talk to you soon, Laura.”
 
 “Yeah…”
 
 She ended the call then twisted to face me.
 
 “Well?” she asked.
 
 “Well what?”
 
 “You sure you don’t mind?”
 
 “Why would I give you the number if I minded?”
 
 “I don’t know. You can be… too nice sometimes.”
 
 “That’s my problem, is it?”
 
 “I need to go get ready,” she said, standing up. “It’s okay if I leave already?”
 
 “It’s okay, I promise,” I said, nodding toward the bottle. “More wine for me.”