“You are so dumb,” I said.
“Can we have a second date? I heard there’s a great Taco Bell not far from here.”
“We haven’t even finished our first date,” I told him, trying not to smile.
“I know. And I’m already thinking about a second one. Need, remember?”
“What happened with you and Cora’s mom?”
He leaned back in his chair. Wiped his mouth with a flimsy, white napkin. Then he dropped it gracefully on the table. I could see him for a minute, in my mind, dropping a thick linen napkin on the table of an expensive eatery. He didn’t belong here. Anyone who made McDonald’s look classy needed to get the hell out.
“She got pregnant in college. We had Cora. Were married for about two years before we called it quits.”
“Do you still love her?”
He stared right into me. “I loved the idea of loving her. I loved her legs. Does that tell you enough?”
“What’s her name?”
“Jessica.”
I rolled my eyes. I hated Jessicas.
“Thanks for dinner,” I said, standing up.
I make for the door.
“Wait!” he said. “When can I—”
“Tomorrow night. Same time. Taco Bell.”
I pushed open the door and suddenly felt it release beneath my hands. He was right behind me, holding it for me. “I still don’t know your name,” he said, looking down at me.
I got goose bumps. Honest to god.
“You have to earn that,” I said. “See you tomorrow.”