As we stroll to her front door, warmth spreads through my body. “Thanks for choosing me. I had fun. And—” I hesitate, then push through. “If you ever need another date, I’d be happy to help.”
She nods. “Thanks. I’ll keep that in mind.”
“Good night, Emily.”
“Good night, Miles.” She slips inside, the door closing gently behind her.
I stand there a moment longer than necessary before heading back to my car. Once inside, I shut the door and rest my head against the headrest. That went… well. Instead of starting the engine, I pull out my phone.
Miles
The date was a success.
Only a few seconds tick by before she replies.
Nora
That’s great to hear.
I grin.
Miles
I even did the hand-on-the-back thing. It worked.
Nora
Glad the tip helped.
Miles
I think I still need practice with the physical cues.
Nora
It gets easier the more you do it.
I stare at the screen, then type the thought that’s been hovering in my head all night.
Miles
Thanks again. I don’t think I could’ve done it without you.
Her response takes a little longer this time.
Nora
You did all the work. I just gave advice.
I swallow, heart thumping but not from nerves this time. From possibility.
Miles
Maybe we could practice more sometime.
The typing dots appear. Disappear. Reappear. I hold my breath like that might influence the outcome.
Nora
