"‘Hi,’
she said, extending her hand across the table. ‘I’m Cassy.’ His hand was soft,
but his grip embodied self-confidence and respect. Caution and curiousity
creased his face.
‘Grant,’
he said, slowly releasing her hand. ‘Nice to meet you.’
‘I
bet this happens to you all the time, right?’
‘Only
once a week or so, and usually on Tuesdays.’
Grant
finally released his mobile phone from his left hand, and laid it on the table.
As an afterthought, he flipped it over, face down.
‘I
hope I’m not disturbing you.’
‘Oh,’
said Grant, nodding and smirking. ‘You are definitely disturbing me, but I
think I’ll cope.’
Cassy
could not believe what was happening? The more she thought about it they more
frightened she felt. She was like Peter, who having left the boat and walked on
the water at Jesus’ behest, suddenly thought about the water, looked down and
began to sink. A rising sense of panic began to strangle her, and it must have
shown.
‘I’m
joking,’ said Grant. ‘You are not bothering me at all. Really. Relax. Happy for
the company of a beautiful woman.’"
Lovesick
chapter 39

One
smooth talking charmer might be perceived as a sweet mouthed sleaze, or
vice-verca. I suppose it depends on intent. Why engage in flirtatious
conversations? It’s fun and harmless, isn’t it? So why not? Why not indeed?
I
can’t answer the question for you, but I already have for myself, and that’s
all that matters.
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