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Helen sipped her tea, unable to hide the smile on her face. “So, you actually went on a date?”
“It was just coffee.”
“But she knocked on your door, she took you up on the offer. This is good.” She took another sip. “And yes, it was a date.”
“I don’t know about—”
“A date, and I’ll not hear you call it anything else,” she said, then chuckled. “Oh, Brian, I’m so proud of you.”
Brian blushed. “It’s nothing, really.”
“Of course it is. Tell me all about it.”
Brian recounted their date, trying to make it sound nonchalant. Yet, he couldn’t help but feel somewhat confident about how he’d gone about the whole thing. Helen was always telling him he needed to grow a pair, and now that he had, he felt good. No way was he going to let her know that all her chiding had finally rubbed off on hi
