She was looking lovely in the elevator, I said "I'd love to see you later", and that I'd dearly love to date her. She said "Well this must be fate or, perhaps you're just a little late or something, 'cause, well, I've already got a date, he asked me out for drinks tonight at eight - just this morning, I think he's one of your mates," she stopped, dropped her eyes and waited, awkwardly she hesitated. "Plus, what would a girl like me want with a guy like you anyway?"
The doors opened and we alighted, and I was glad I'd kept so quiet, only picturing all that awkwardness inside my mind. I'm so lucky not to have a spine.