"I wanted to... I want to," I cleared my throat to continue, "to invite you to go to a... place. It's very nice and I know you'll like it, if you want to, of course" .
I frown because that wasn't really what I meant, moreover, where did the idea of asking her out come from?
But on the other hand, I am puzzled by her fixed gaze, without having changed her coldness one iota, in fact; her face now looks more stoic.
"I want you to come with me to Oscar's Pop," I continue, remembering the famous San Francisco nightclub, one of the best in town where there was live music and a huge dance floor. "It's quite a trendy place and…"
"And why would I go?," she raises an eyebrow, pursing her lips a little. "To tell you the truth, I don't feel like going anywhere, let alone with you" .
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