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    "The shorter your answers the more I wondered what I did wrong. I honestly wasn't angry with you. I was perhaps frustrated with the situation, but you didn't do anything wrong. I guess I was interested in you a bit more than was appropriate considering we'd just met. But you're my type, I can't help it," I pushed on, hoping he wouldn't just bolt.
    "Your type? I can't be your type. You're insane." He huffed.
    "No need to throw insults." I grinned at him. "I happened to like the preppy look, expressive eyes, and a pretty smile."
    Troy was positively burning by then and seemed to start and stop his comeback several times before finally settling on, "Do you need glasses by any chance?"
    "Oh, the insults again. Don't be like that. I'm only telling as I see it. You're all fit and proper in those slacks and shirts you wear, and when I look into your eyes I feel like I can see our future." I stalled a bit before adding, "Together."
    "Oh, shut up, you're so full of it." Troy started laughing and he reached for my hand again, squeezing, while I just bloomed under the success.
    "Maybe I'm joking a little, but I'm not lying when I say you’re my type. From the way you look to the way you are. I think I'm just falling and yards at a time to make it worse. So I would appreciate it, if you could tell me if you're really not interested and I don't have a shot at all." I turned my hand again and gripped his. Nervous didn't describe exactly how I was feeling, because I really did want that shot, and I might not have been head over heels and a white picket fence in love with him yet, but I could see myself going there fast. Especially as I'd been building him up in my mind into someone perfect and dreamlike.
    Troy thinned his lips, flushing slightly, but he didn't try to remove his hand from mine, he just stared at me as if trying to read me all the way to my last page. So it was a surprise when he said with a sigh, "I'm damaged goods, Adam. It's not normal that you frighten me on occasion or that I have such a low opinion of myself that I can't really accept it that someone might be attracted to me. I like you. What I know of you, in any case. But I can't help it feel as if you're seeing someone else and not the real me."
    "Maybe I am," I forced, still not willing to give up. "But I do want to get to know you. Will you at least give that a chance? Maybe I'm not the right guy for you or the other way around, but I'm willing to do my best and find out. I'm getting old, and when the forties are knocking on your door you don't feel as if you can just let a good opportunity pass. So, will you go out with me?"
    His gaze kept skipping from my left eye to the right, as if he was digging for honesty and he probably found what he was looking for because in barely a whisper, Troy said, "Yes."
    My expression must have been something else, because Troy started laughing in a way I'd never heard him do before. It was joyous, open, and relaxed. It was exactly as I wanted him to be with me.
    "Here." I thrust my cell phone in his hand before he could change his mind, "Give me your number, and we'll set up something."
    Troy was still smiling as he tapped away on my phone when he noticed the hour and stood up. "Shit. I'm past my lunch break. I can't believe I didn't check the time. Shit."
    He started picking up his things, pens, book and bag before he froze and looked up, finding me still there. "Oh, God. I'm so sorry, but I really have to go. It's nothing you did, I swear. I'm just so very late. Shit."
    He looked at me apologetically, and I had to laugh before reassuring him. "It's all right. I still have to go change and shower at home before work, so it's a good time to part ways. I'll text you or call you in the next few days, and we'll have more time then."
    He nodded almost frantically, then moved as if to hug me only to step back once again and give me an awkward little wave instead. Before I could even chuckle he was out the door and rushing