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say Johnavon?
    I felt myself lose slight interest in him, only a little, just a tad. Still, he said Johnavon. How could he take a super unique name like Johnavon and go by Joe? Ugh, he probably even spelled it like J-o-e instead of J-o. I hated feeling this shallow, but it showed his character more. It just didn’t make any sense. At least mine kept the originality. He made himself an average Joe. Was that it? Was he dying not to stick out with his materialistic qualities by calling himself something so subtle ?              
    He stepped back up next to me and I instantly turned sideways to step back from him. I was still angry he took the one unique thing away from himself. It was all the proof I needed that he’d never appreciate my own originality. Why was he so afraid of standing out? Who wanted to blend in but demand so much attention as he has been doing this entire time?
    “I’m going to walk you up the stairs, is that okay?”
    No, it’s not okay that you go right on making me like you even more when I’m trying to convince myself you’re something that’ll never work for me.
    “Really, I’m okay. I promise”
    “I insist. I’m going to make sure you get to your door safely. I mean given your track record, you can’t blame me for thinking something else could possibly go wrong. And then I’ll take you out for lunch, especially since you decided against that hospital visit, you’ll need someone watching you move around without falling.”  He exclaimed, rushing through that middle part.
    He was standing there with his elbow out blinking at me. A strange grin was in his cheeks. I couldn’t do anything. I was dumbfounded. Had he just asked me out? He really just asked me out. No, he told me we were going out. Did he think I’d say no? Who was this guy?
    “I... well, what?” I asked him very slowly.
    “Oh, please. I’m pretty sure if they knew you fell again they’d be freaking out.”
    “No, I meant that-” I stopped myself again. He was clever.
    “It’s the least I can do for all this trouble.”
    He was honest. Danggit , this guy was really, honestly into me. No way. I was such a drama queen.
    “I suppose. It really wasn’t your fault though, any of this.” I grinned as I finally looped my arm through his.
    We started walking up the stairs. Spike was watching me. I had forgotten about him, just a little bit.
    “Hmm, who do we blame, then?!” He teased. It made me smile.
    “Well if I’d have to blame anyone, it’d be that guy.” I exclaimed, pointing towards Spike.
    “Ah, makes sense. He seems like the scoundrel type!”
    Joe looked over at me and winked. His cheeks turned a little red, was he blushing? He was making this very difficult for me.
    “Yes, he is.” I sighed.
    I looked to my dog waiting on us to reach him. He’s a good dog, the best. I love him.
    “Which apartment is yours? I know that 5a just opened up, but I’m pretty sure Mrs. Archibald would have said something. Hmm.”
    “I’m in 3B.” I answered him.
    I hated saying that. It sounded like freebie. This was far from a freebie.
    “Really?! I’m in 2C!”“ He exclaimed, stopping in his tracks.
    “Get out!”
    I pushed him with my hand in that sarcastic sort of way. He steadied himself against the railing on the opposite wall and laughed. I had no idea what him living in 2C meant, but he had given me that look as if I was supposed to know. I was tired of feeling dumb and hopeless around him, so I figured a chest push made things believable. Besides, not only was it a good excuse to see if he really was built under that shirt, but I sort of felt it appropriate to give him a nice little jab for making me fall on my face, twice.              
    We made it to the second set of stairs without any more falls. I wasn’t sure how I managed it. I barely even remembered putting one foot in front of the other. I was so caught up in him. He was a real trickster to put a girl through such a loop