May 8

He asked me what time I got off work.

He was in the parking lot waiting when we locked up.

We talked, we held hands, we hugged.

We kissed.

He walked me to my car.

He gave me a last hug goodnight.

Sounds great, right? Y’know what he DIDN’T do?

Ask for my phone number. Or give me his.

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