I stared into his earnest eyes and burst out laughing. “That’s the worst pick up line I’ve heard.”
“I sound like a big weirdo, right?” he said.
“You’re on the verge.”
“I’ll be quiet now.” He turned to me and smiled broadly, a web of fine laugh lines crinkling the corners of his eyes.
“No. No. I’m just trying to understand what brought us here,” I said.
“The Internet.”
“I mean—”
He nudged me. “I’m kidding. I know what you mean. I think it was karma.”
I nodded. “Maybe you’re right.”
“There was something you said last week in one of our chats, something about finding the importance of life inside you. What did you mean?”
“That was two weeks ago,” I said. “I remember it as if it were last night. Why do you ask?”
“It got me thinking about my own life.”
I picked at the cotton candy;
