Dave didn’t go to Brooklynn’s the next night. Or the next. A week of weekdays passed, and they only talked through texting. He really didn’t want to spend another Friday night alone, so he called her and asked her to dinner.
“I’d love to,” she said. “I have a late appointment tonight, so it’ll have to be later.”
“How much later?”
“Probably eight?” she guessed.
“No problem,” he said. “Anywhere specific you want to go?”
“Somewhere with great dessert,” she said, a smile in her voice. Dave worried all day about where to take her for dinner. Would it trigger another episode like the one on Monday night? Was she really ready to be in a relationship with him?
He didn’t know the answer to any of his questions, but he wanted to spend his time with her, so he tried to set aside his doubts and
