I'm still at the restaurant with Harry; I had no idea he was like this when it came to dating.

He was far too refined for his own good. This restaurant's meal was prohibitively expensive.

I'm at a loss for words in response to this man's actions.

When he blinks, he's still staring at me, as if I've vanished. I can't seem to stop asking questions.

"Are you okay, Harry? I noticed you've been staring at me."

"I was ecstatic that you gave me a shot, Rina."

"Does that make sense?"

"Yes, Rina, it's difficult to live with," she remarked.

"You're a jerk."

"No, I'm not serious."

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