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Max
By the crushed look on Dani’s face, I could tell that my words were coming out all wrong. She probably thought I was blaming her for this dreadful, uncomfortable date. I was the one who was so nervous I could barely speak, yet somehow, I’d still managed to make her feel inadequate.
“I pictured us laughing and talking and getting to know each other on a whole other level,” I admitted, wanting to relay what high hopes I had for this night.
Dani was nodding. “Yes, and I’m so socially backward that we can barely string two sentences together.”
It was worse than I thought. I’d somehow managed to make this nearly-perfect woman think that she was the problem here.
“No,” I said with enough vehemence to startle her. Softening my expression, I added, “It’s not you at all.”
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