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“I can’t tell you how much I like this diner,” Hil said, breaking the silence.

“You clearly don’t get out much,” I joked.

“I really don’t. I mean, I’ve traveled a lot with my family. But when it comes to going to places to have fun, I couldn’t tell you what it’s like.”

“How is that?”

“How is it that I don’t get out much?”

“Yeah. How is it that you could travel but not get out?”

It already felt like I had asked Hil more questions than I had anybody in my life.

“My family travels a lot for business. We go to Europe regularly. My father has family in France. But, when we get back to New York, he prefers to keep me trapped. Before I came here, I was ready to chew my own leg off to get away.”

I considered everything he had said. It brought up more questions than answers.

“So, you’re from New York?”

“Yep. I live in a place downtown.”

“By yourself?”

“Oh, God, no. I wish. But I have a lot of my own space in our apartment. I don’t have to see my parents if I don’t want to. So, at least there’s that. How about you?”

“What about me?”

“You go to school, right?”

“East Tennessee University.”

“And you’re on the football team?”

I shook my head. “Our season ended a few months ago.”

“Did you win the championship,” he asked with a devilish smile.

“Yeah.”

“Wait, you did? I was just joking about that.”

“We’re national champions two years running.”

“Oh! Wait, are you, like, famous?”

I laughed. “Depends on who you talk to.”

“Seriously?”

“I set a few records last year,” I confirmed. “People tend to remember your name when you do that.”

I wasn’t sure why I was telling him that. Usually, I couldn’t give a shit about what people thought about me. But I wanted him to like me. I wanted him to be impressed. The look he gave me back was giving me thoughts. I considered what he looked like naked.

He leaned forward, clasping his fingers and allowing me to smell his gentle scent.

“So, tell me something that you don’t usually tell people, Mr. Famous Football Player,” he asked as if we were on a date.

Were we on a date? Was that what was happening? I wasn’t really the dating type. When you’re on a team that wins a national championship, you tend to get offered anything you want from anyone you want. But this felt different. Did I want to give him an answer?

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