Michael calls you a cab, walks you outside and says, “I can wait to have dinner with you.”
You see the promise of love in his eyes and say call me, “knowing you’re having dinner tomorrow night with him.”
Maybe you’ll even see if he can play your body as well as he plays his saxophone.
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