My mouth conspired with my brain, or perhaps it was the other way around, I don’t know. But now I’m stuck. Standing here with her looking at me with those perfect brown eyes behind silver wire-framed glasses, waiting for me to say something more. Or take it back and apologize. I’m not sure which. What do I do? My mind’s deserted me—that foul beast. Oh, man. Her lips are moist and moving, ever so gently. Here it comes, I knew it. I’m such an idiot for ever thinking—

“Of course, I’d love to catch a movie with you tomorrow.”