"I'm sorry about that. I let booze control my talking yesterday." He said. "I should not have snapped like that. I did not mean anything I said yesterday, nor I mean the way I said it. I hope you can forgive me for that." Mike said, softly. He stared at me, waiting for some sort of answer and when I finally nodded, he gave me a smile.
After that none of us spoke. I glanced at the sun when suddenly, the bell rang loudly. I jolted at the loud noise and realised that the lunch was over. Mike stood up from my side and soon, so did I. He rubbed the back of his neck and looked at me. "So, should I take your acceptance of the apology as a yes for our third meeting?" He asked.
My mind went over all the possible questions and things. The guilt of talking to a guy was already eating away at me but
