Roger was dressed more casually, which made me feel comfortable because I wasn't dressed up either. My mind started to blame me because I imagined that if it had been Arvel instead of Roger, I would probably have dressed up a lot more. If I were being too selective in how I acted with both of them, it wouldn't be very fair to choose the ideal partner. Maybe I should think less and act more.
“You look beautiful, as always,” Roger said, as he honked his horn lightly, waiting for me to walk to the car. “I think you're a perfect match for me, don't you?” he asked me. Roger was in a good mood, which reassured me because if he was acting like that, he wouldn't have anything negative to say to me. At least, I hoped not. I had lived long enough to understand that positive or negative news depende
