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“What?”
“You cannot plan a date in three hours.”
“I already did.”
“You’re lying.”
“I’m extremely prepared.”
“How’s Sunday?”
“That works as well,” Blake sighs.
“What are we doing?”
“It’s a surprise.”
“I hate surprises.”
“You like purple tulips.”
“That’s not the same thing.”
“It’s close.”
She sighs. But she doesn’t say no.
“Six?” I suggest.
She nods.
“Six.”
I start backing toward the door.
“Don’t be late,” I tell her.
“You asked me out.”
“And I’m already worried.”
She laughs.
“Go,” she says.“Before I change my mind.”
“Too late,” I reply.“You said yes.”
I turn to leave.
Then pause.
Turn back.
“Oh, and Lisa?”
She looks at me.
“When I ask you out again next week, I expect more credit for consistency.”
