Honest man. There’s a difference.
There’s a pause, and I start to worry I’ve pushed too hard again. But then:
When do you get back?
Friday afternoon. Free for dinner Friday night?
Another pause. Longer this time.
I don’t know.
Coffee then? Lunch? I’m flexible.
It’s not about scheduling.
What’s it about?
I need to think.
About what?
About whether I’m ready for whatever this is.
Part of me wants to push, to argue that we’re good together, that she should take the risk. But Elliot’s voice echoes in my head: be patient, give her space, don’t be pushy.
Take all the time you need. I’m not going anywhere.
You might change your mind.
I won’t.
You don’t know that.
Yes, I do.
Another long pause.
I should go. Early morning tomorrow.
Sweet dreams, Golda.
Goodnight, Dex.
I realize I’m smiling despite the uncertainty. She’s thinking about it. She’s not shutting me down completely. And she texted me back, which has to mean something.
Progress is progress, even if it’s slower than I’d like.
The next morning,I wake up with what feels like the beginning of a plan. Not a strategy to win her over or convince her to do anything she doesn’t want to do. But a way to show her what this could look like if she’s willing to try.
I text Elliot.
Need to ask you something.
It’s 7 AM. This better be good.
Team BBQ this weekend. Would Golda come if you invited her?
Depends. What’s your agenda?
