"So," he said, dunking a fry into his ketchup. "are you from Florida originally?" "Yeah," I answered.
"What about you?" I asked. "Yep," he said. "Have you ever wanted to move to a different place?" "Actually, I have," I answered. "And where might that be?" he asked, smiling. "I've always wanted to go to New York," I said.
He nodded. "I have too. I've wanted to move, that is." He chuckled. "Not quite to a place like New York, though. I've always thought it would be nice to live in a quiet, peaceful part of the countryside," he said. I smiled and nodded.
He smiled. "Okay. I wanna hear more about you," he said, pointing a french fry at me. "Well, what do you want to know?" I asked.
"Hmm.. That's a good question," he said. "How old are you?" "I'm twenty-one," I answered. "What about you?" I asked. "I'm twenty-two," he said, smiling.
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It had been about a month since David took me out for lunch that day and things were going better than I had expected. We went to lunch everyday and knew a lot about each other, which was great.
The sad thing is, neither one of us was expecting what happened next.
