Oh, God. Once we were seated, he set the clipboard on the table. Chris took the seat across from me. I lifted my cup. If I—” He laughed then shook his head. But then I thought of something. Yes, I heard you. “I needed some extra cash.”
“What’s that?” I tilted my head to try to read the words on the pile of sheets under his finger. Again. Is that what bothers you?”
It had been a long time since I’d wanted to crawl under a rock, Sunday’s encounter with a life-size billboard at the mall notwithstanding. “Right. Up. “But to even the playing field, the song that most represents my love life is ‘I Want To Know What Love Is’ by Foreigner, and I think Stevie Nicks is fuckable.”
I laughed. Now I’m going to die.”
Chris chuckled. “I-I have to go.”
“Yes, I know. It’s annoying.”
Chris sipped his drink for a moment then grinned widely. I just wanted to know more about you.”
“Uh, huh.”
“Look, I’m serious. I tugged at the collar of my sweater, but it didn’t help. “I’d like to know the real Holly McGregor.”
I sniffled, only half-paying attention to him. “Do you mind?”
“Uh…no…I-I guess not.”
“Quick, before someone else gets it.” He placed his clipboard behind my back, using it to guide me.
