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know we have the chance to take things further, too. Each time he reveals something about himself, the more my assumptions about him are validated.
    He’s kind, giving, and seems to always think of others before himself. He tells me about his family, about the tragedy that tore it apart when he was young, but of the strength of his parents and how he looks up to them.
    He’s more than leather, skulls, and tattoos.
    He’s fascinating.
    I order a milkshake and sip on it while King recounts some of his favorite classic movies. His features light up when he describes a particular scene, his hands moving in grand gestures with the soft chink of the metal on his cuffs as he does. I try to suck the last of the milkshake through my straw, but every time I do it makes a horrible gurgle.
    After half a dozen attempts, King’s lost where he was at in his story and looks at me while he chuckles. “You okay there?”
    I finish the drink with one loud pull and smile. “I’m sorry. I was trying so hard not to interrupt you. You looked so passionate about . . .” I’ve forgotten the name of the movie, after all that.
    “ Platoon .”
    “Right.” We both laugh.
    “I’m enjoying this,” King says. “I haven’t sat down and just talked with anyone in ages.”
    “It has been nice,” I agree. Too nice. “But . . . I better get going.” The sun isn’t as bright as it was when I sat down, slowly slipping behind the houses across the river. “Papa will need his dinner made soon.”
    “How about I see you again next Friday?” King asks. “If you’re keen, that is.”
    “I’m keen.”
    “What’s your number?” He reaches for his phone, sliding it before him. “I could message you when—”
    “I don’t have a phone.”
    He stares. “What?”
    “I don’t have a phone,” I repeat. “Too expensive for how often I use it.”
    “Really?” He leans back in his seat and throws an elbow over the back.
    “Really.”
    “What about Facebook? Instagram?”
    I shake my head.
    “Twitter?” He lifts an eyebrow.
    “Nope.”
    “Are you serious?” King leans forward again, both elbows resting on the table. “Do you not have anybody who you keep in touch with? Any friends in Cuba you want to keep track of?”
    “Not really. I call Mama once a week or so, but that’s it.”
    “How?” he asks. “I mean, if you don’t have a phone.”
    I point over my shoulder at the corner store. “They sell international phone cards. I buy one when I can afford it and walk down to the public phone at the library.”
    King gawks. Clearly I’m some freak of nature in today’s tech-addicted world. Everything I’ve said is the truth though; there isn’t anybody I want to keep in touch with other than Mama.
    “How do I contact you then, about next week?”
    “You don’t. We just meet again at the same time.”
    “And if you can’t make it?” His gaze narrows on me.
    He has a point. Lincoln’s a long ride for him just to discover I don’t show. “Give me your number. I can call you from the payphone.”
    He looks around and pats down his pockets. “Hold up.” King pushes out of his seat and dashes inside the café. He returns a short time later with one of their loyalty cards, and passes it over. “My number.”
    “I’ll ring you the night before if I know I can’t make it.” I smile as he holds out his hand to help me up.
    “Done deal.” He gives me a tug that sends me crashing into his hard body. Cheeky.
    I place my hands on his shoulders to brace myself and try to back away when his hands on my hips hold me firmly in place.
    “You’re a pretty woman, Elena.” He reaches up to sweep my bangs out of my face. “Real pretty.”
    My cheeks are on fire. It’s going to happen, I can feel it. “You’re not so hard on the eyes yourself.”
    He devours me with his gaze and leans a little closer. “Take it you wouldn’t mind if I kissed you then?”
    I shake my head as a smile plays on my lips. “Not at all.”
    He