We are lost in our own little bubble when his phone rings.
“It’s my alarm. I have to raise early in the morning” he tells me and I wish the time
“I didn't realize it was this late”
“Just admit you didn't realize I was so much fun” and he stands and starts collecting his things as he prepares to leave.
“Aren’t you going to see me out?”
“To the door or downstairs? Don’t tell me you're scared of this neighborhood”
“Very funny. Come on being a good host”
“Since you asked so nicely”
He takes my hand and I let him as we go downstairs to his car where he parked it.
“Thank you for dinner. I had so much fun in so long” he says turning to me and holding both my hands
"Thank you for not turning out to be a serial killer or a psychopath”
“That has yet to be determined”
“You're
