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“I’o out to dinner with ain, her eyes snap toas if she’s completely shocked by my request

I have to wonder just how naïve she is, because I’ve learned she’s not a dummy Bebe is incredibly smart, so any confusion on her part

I press e “Come on, Bebe Put me out of my misery I’d love if you’d accept a simple dinner invitation”

“But… but… I don’t even know your last name”

“Stoltz,” I say Another lie

“But—”

“Just say yes,” I encourage in a low voice “If you don’t want ree to meet at a restaurant”

“But,” she says again, so I shore up my resolve to keep the pressure up However, she immediately backpedals “Wait… you knohat,” she breathes heavily, giving what appears to be a self-chastising shake of her head Her eyes meet mine, clear and determined “Yes… I’ll have dinner with you But I would like to meet you at the restaurant”

“Toe her mind

“Sure,” she replies “I just have to ht and has his homework done But I can meet you any time after seven”

I lean in toward her, giving her shoulder a playful bump with mine “Now that makes me very happy indeed, Bebe ‘I-don’t-even-know-your-last-name’”

Also a lie I knoell

She laughs “Grimshaw It’s Bebe Grimshaw”

Grinning, I tease “Going to tell me what Bebe stands for?”

“Not until I see how much I like you after the first date” Her eyes dance with playfulness

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