After saying those words, I thought Alaric would give me that typical pretentious look, the one where he pretended to hesitate before agreeing.
But once he realized what I'd actually said, he quickly denied it. "No, no, actually, I—"
Alaric hesitated for a minute, like he was trying to gather the courage to speak, then finally said, "What I really want is... to have dinner with you. Or, you could say... a date?"
What?
I must've looked like I couldn't believe my ears. He really was impossible to figure out.
When he finally said "date," I couldn't help but laugh a little, feeling a mix of amusement and curiosity. What exactly did this man want?
"Alaric, first of all, I appreciate your help, but... why would you want this?"
Here was a man who had helped me repeatedly without even knowi
