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[I don't remember it being all that special.]
[Would you like me to refresh your memory?]
Now she was fully blushing. He liked that in a woman, too. And he could cope with the fact that she was starting to find her attitude again.
[Are you kidding me? Stop creeping, it was just a fling.]
[Ah, so now you DO remember it.]
[As much as I remember any drunken one-night stand.]
[You're lying again. Aren't you sick of the rut you're in?]
[Not even a little.]
[Aren't you hoping for one hookup to turn out different?]
[No, it doesn't matter to me.]
[I think it does. It might be the start of something!]
[Or it could be the end of nothing. Take a hint.]
[Based on last weekend, which outcome do you think would be more interesting?]
She hesitated, while still giving him that same glowering stare. Encouraged, he kept pushing.
[Which outcome are you thinking about right now that is making you blush like that?]
He watched as she went even redder, not looking up from her phone this time. Just sitting there, frozen. Apparently, she was all out of snappy responses. It was an opening. A small one, but it was there. He took it.
[In two stops from now, I am going to get off the train.]
[Finally, good riddance.]
[And you are going to get off and follow me.]
[Hahahaha! Not a fucking chance.]
[This is your best, and maybe your only, chance.]
[For what, to get murdered?]
[Oh, please. Come have some fun with me and find out.]
He slid the phone back into his pocket and pointedly ignored the final buzz.
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