“I bet.”
“My dream is to get an old convertible Mustang.Like a ’65 and fix it up.”
“Wow, those are cool cars.Why haven’t you done that?”
“Work.”I don’t know what else to say.It’s the truth.
“Right.”She nods.“I get that.”She pauses.“What did you say you do again?”
“I didn’t.”
“Right.”I glance over at her as she nods.“Right.”
I reach out my hand in the hopes she takes hold.She does.I squeeze her hand.“I’ve had a great time.You’re…”
“A delight?”
I chuckle.“You’re definitely a delight.”
“I know.”She sighs.“Everyone says so.”
She makes me laugh.I mean, I’ve laughed more this week than I have in years.That’s something.She’s also the best I’ve ever had.That’s something else.But it’s never going to happen between us, so I might as well accept it.Besides, it’s better to leave now before any feelings get involved.I don’t want to hurt her, and from her reaction just now, that’s exactly what would happen if I stayed any longer.
Besides, my job calls.
It’s time to go.
