Gavin:I would.
Me:I’m learning that about you. Where are we meeting?
Gavin:There’s a Peruvian restaurant three blocks from your work. How does 1 sound?
Me:It sounds perfect.
Gavin:I’ll send you the address.
Gavin:Idon’t know how you escaped that restaurant without letting me taste you ...
Me:I don’t know why you never let me pay for anything—our last meetup at the coffee shop, the restaurant today. Will you ever let me take you out?
Gavin:No.
Me:I work two jobs to afford these kinds of things, Gavin.
Gavin:Still no.
Me:Lol. Maybe I just need to surprise you then.
Gavin:You do. Every day.
Me:How?
Gavin:The things you say to me, the way you look at me, how you touch me. Not only does it surprise me, but I’m surprised by how it all makes me feel.
Me:
Gavin:Are you working tonight?
Me:No.
Gavin:Come over.
Me:Now?
Gavin:Yes.
Me:Isn’t Ben there?
Gavin:He just went to bed. I’m about to make dinner, which I would very much like to eat with you or on you.
Me:On me?
Gavin:Fuck yes.
Me:See you in twenty.
Me:Holy shit, that was a close call. I don’t think I’ve ever run for an elevator so fast in my life. I thought you said Ben could sleep through anything? We weren’t even making much noise, lol.
Gavin:He had a bad dream, that’s what woke him.
Gavin:Where are you?
Me:I just got downstairs. I’m about to order an Uber.
Gavin:Don’t move. I’m sending Denis. He’ll meet you out front of my building.
