THE CHOSEN OFFERING
"Listen, are you busy, like, Thursday or Friday night?"
"Thursday or Friday?" Mary asked, cocking an eyebrow at me.
"I, uh, just wanted to say thanks. Maybe I could buy you dinner? I was thinking someplace beachy like the new Red Lobster they just built..." I trailed off, my nerve expended.
"Someplace beachy... like the Red Lobster," Mary laughed. I did too, chagrinned. It had been worth a shot.
"Friday sounds great, thanks," Mary said almost absently as she negotiated our exit from the freeway.
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