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"Oh God, what? What happened?" Laurel asks, the excitement in her voice turning to concern.
"Remember the hot guy I mentioned to you earlier?" I whisper.
"Yeah, what about him?"
"He's standing at the end of the aisle, grinning at me. Can I crawl into a hole now? Oh, shit! He's walking toward me. I swear I'm going to die."
The man stops beside me, scans the display, and grabs a box of condoms. He presents them to me, and through my massive embarrassment, I can tell he's trying not to laugh.
"Um, I have to go. Bye," I say into my phone and end the call. I take the box from his hand.
"Trojan BareSkin in size large. Those should work for you," he says.
"Thanks." I stare at the box, too humiliated to say anything else.
"It seems we've run into each other once again. I stopped here to get something for my headache before heading out to dinner. How about you? Any plans for this evening?" His grin returns as his gaze shifts to the box in my hand.
My cheeks are on fire, and all I want to do is pay for the condoms and slink out of the pharmacy. "I should pay for these and go back to my hotel. Excuse me."
I turn to walk away, my body feeling several inches shorter as I shrink in embarrassment.
The man reaches out and touches my arm.
"Hang on. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have teased you like that, although you have to admit the situation is funny."
"Maybe for you," I say sarcastically, suddenly finding my voice.
"How about if we start over? I'm Dane." He extends his hand and arches an eyebrow, encouraging me to play along.
"Fine." I expel an exasperated breath. "I'm Brittany." I shake his hand.
"It looks like we're both Brits," he says.
"Excuse me?"
"Sorry, I was trying to lighten the tension. I'm British. You're Brittany. A Brit and a Britt."
"Cute."
"I thought so. Anyway, I truly was heading out to dinner. If you're hungry, you're welcome to join me. That is unless you do have plans."
"I was planning on finding a place to eat after..." I glance at the box in my hand. "After I made my purchase."
"Good. It seems we're both hungry," Dane says, refraining from making another comment about the condoms. "I was planning on eating at a restaurant around the corner. It's a family-owned place, and they serve some great Hungarian food. You interested?"
I stare at Dane while I debate how risky it would be to leave the store with him. Budapest is known to be a safe city, and the guy does seem reasonably nice. Although, so have several serial killers.
"I'm not a criminal or a crazy person if that's what you're thinking. And I'm walking, so it's not like I can stuff you in my car and kidnap you." There's a hint of a smile on his lips, but I can't tell if he's amused by my hesitation or the thought of stuffing me in his car—if he has one. "The restaurant is right around the corner, literally two doors down."
"What's the name of the restaurant?"
"Otthon Bisztro," he says without hesitation. "The food's good, I promise."
I'd seen that restaurant on my Google search, and it was around the corner, so he's not lying about that. I tilt my head as I study his body language and expression, ultimately seeing no red flags.I am hungry, and he doesn't seem like a serial killer.
"Sure. I'll go with you." My empty stomach gurgles.
"Great. I need to get something for my headache first."
