“Right on time,” Steve said when I joined him.
“Punctuality is me,” I replied. “Not much of a line for tickets.”
“Probably because most people are as smart as me and buy them on line.” He showed me the tickets.
“What do I owe you,” I asked.
“Nothing. I asked you out. I pay.”
“I…Okay.”
He smiled. “Does that bother you?”
“Only because I didn’t realize this was a date?”
“Now you know. Let’s get our seats while we still have a choice of good ones.”
Two hours later, Steve was asking me, “Enough blood and gore for you?” as we left the theater.
“Yep. And not a zombie in sight.”
He laughed, slinging his arm over my shoulders. “Do you have time for coffee?”
Had I called it, or what? “Sure,” I replied. “And I’m buying,” I added sternly.
“Deal.” He pointed to a coffeehouse a block away,
