“Billy, can I ask you a question?”
He rose one eyebrow at me. “Keep it clean,” he murmured.
“Bella’s really not into commitment?”
Billy reached into his box and pulled out a bunch of yellow and white flowers. He glanced up at me and shook his head in reply. “Just fun.”
A wave of confidence washed over me as I questioned Bella’s dear old friend. “What do you think about her ‘Five Dates’ theory.”
Billy looked at me in the eye as he unwound flowers. “I got a wife, two kids, two mortgages, nosy in-laws, a dog that humps my Lazy Boy and no peace. I think she’s a genius.”
He turned around to place the arrangement on a table.
I fiddled with my hands, raising them to emphasis my feelings. “She makes me feel like...” I paused and cleared my throat. “...I can’t explain. But, like, I could do no wrong. I’m planning little dates, I’m buying little gifts. That’s not me... but I like it. So, I wanna do something really special for her.”
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