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We entered a small place that fit a black loveseat and carpet. A red coffee table rested in the middle of the floor. A massive flat screen TV hung on the wall. It was split into three different channels. One showed a soccer game. The other two played the news.
He sat my bag on the floor next to the couch and got in front of me. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine. Why do you ask?” I noticed he maintained two feet of distance between us.
He put his hands into his jeans pockets.
“You ran home last night without saying goodbye.” He gestured for me to sit down. “Did I take things too far? Maybe push myself on you?”
“Yes and no.” I averted my eyes. “I don’t want to . . . do that again, so . . . let’s just maintain some sort of professional environment.”
“Can we be friends?”
“Yes.”
“So everything is fine?” he asked. “I won’t be seeing a resignation letter or transfer request on my desk?”
Now was the time to take my easy way out.
I could just say the words, right?
But, I was already nervous enough, so I wussed out. “No. Everything is fine.”
“Will you hang in here with me during the flight?” he asked. “Solely as two friends sitting in a room looking at TV.”
“Yes, but that’s it. Nothing else.”
“Of course not.”
“I don’t want to do anything but be friends.” I sat down.
Soft leather surrounded me.
Those green eyes brightened as he smiled. “Feel free to listen to your music, read, or whatever you were going to do.”
He sat down next to me and pressed a button on his remote. The screen showing soccer widened until it filled the screen. He muted it and pressed another button. Music came through the speakers. It sounded familiar, but I couldn’t figure out who the singers were.
I dove into my book bag and yanked out a brown paper bag. “Who’s this?”
“That’s not funny?”
“What isn’t funny?” I raised my eyebrows.
“You really don’t know who this is?”
“No.” I shrugged.
“Okay. You have to get out of this room right now.” He pointed to the door with a grin. “How the hell do you not know who the Beatles are?”
“Oh. I’ve heard of them. I just never really listened to them.” I focused on some of the lyrics and nodded. “This sounds okay.”
He frowned at me. “Did you just say the Beatles sound okay?”
“They’re not mediocre.”
“Not mediocre, she says. I’m buying you their entire collection. Hand over your iPod.” He held out his hand. “Clearly you have not familiarized yourself with the greatest band that ever lived. No one should walk this earth without having at least one favorite Beatles song. I don’t think you can even enter the gates of heaven without having one.”
“Wow. I missed that section in the Bible.”
