“No crime there,” I said and cringed inwardly on saying the word crime.
“Nope.”
I lowered my gaze trying to think of something to say at this awkward point. A dozen things came, but they were all either obvious statements, or silly.
“So, you're free now?”
“Lunch period,” I said, dismally looking away. Or did he mean was I “free” as in dating others? I didn't know.
“That's not a very good lunch,” he observed, nodding toward my food choices.
“No. But I didn't feel that hungry.”
“I haven't eaten either. I've got a free period. Want to eat with me?”
“Sure.” What was the harm? In fact, I could see how this would work. I walk in with a good-looking hunk, it would show I was definitely moving on. Even if Brett didn't see me, others would, and it would get back to him. Good.
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