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with it for asking.” He grinned. His teeth were perfect.
    At this point I was so stunned that I literally turned to see if there was anyone behind me he could possibly be talking to. Nope, just books.
    I was speechless, with my mouth hanging, even. I never in my wildest dreams thought a guy who looked like him would ever talk to me .
    “ Me , have lunch with you ?” I asked in disbelief.
    “I’m not that hideous, am I?” His grin grew.
    “ No! ” I blurted instantly.
    He laughed.
    I put the book back on the shelf and got to my feet. “I guess I could go for lunch.” I motioned to the travel section. “Gonna get your atlas?”
    “Nah.” He winked. “Didn’t you know? Men don’t need directions.”
    And we left the giggly girls gasping.
    ~ ~ ~
    “So your dad’s a writer and your mom’s an anth-anthra—”
    “She’s an anthropologist,” I confirmed. His cute, struggling expression made me grin.
    “And that is…?” He took a bite of pepperoni pizza.
    “A social scientist that studies culture,” I explained, not wanting to get technical. My mom was the last person I wanted to discuss with a Greek god.
    I meant to ask about his parents, but before I could, he said, “That’s pretty cool. She sounds really smart.”
    “She has a Ph.D.,” I said dully, still trying to get off the subject.
    He took another bite. “I’m a senior, too. I start school tomorrow.”
    “Really? That’s kind of late to be starting school.” It isn’t that odd, though, since there are plenty of new kids—mostly from military families—starting at my school every week. But it kept us talking.
    “I transferred here,” he uttered. “And all I’m looking forward to at school is math class.”
    “ Math class?” I laughed, though I quickly realized that must’ve seemed rude. “How so?”
    “Math is cool,” he explained, pointing his index fingers at me. “And I’m not a nerd!” He grinned and took another bite. “I like the challenge.”
    “Are you taking algebra two?”
    “No, I’m taking calculus two. Anyway, don’t get the wrong impression—I don’t crunch numbers for fun all day or anything.”
    I took a bite of my pizza. I’m not a fan of pepperoni, but that’s what he ordered himself; he paid for mine, and he’s just too hot for me to insult his food of choice. So I swallowed it, barely. “What do you do for fun?”
    “I do movies, skiing, and beautiful girls.” He winked and grinned devilishly.
    “ You do beautiful girls?” I blurted. And gasped! I covered my face, humiliated.
    He was taken aback. “Uh… no…” He frowned. “And that’s not because I do ugly girls, either,” he quickly added.
    I stared at him, mortified.
    He shook his head, hid his beet-red face in his hand and laughed. “Sorry, I was not expecting the question!”
    “No, it just slipped out! It’s my fault, I’m sorry!” Seriously, I wanted to die!
    He put his hand out. “It’s okay. No worries.”
    I bit my lip nervously. His icy blues made me blush.
    I looked down at my oily plate, picked up my pizza, and forced another bite. He looked at me in the sweetest way—it even made me forget what I was eating.
    “Is everything okay?” he asked.
    “Yeah, why?”
    “You seem uncomfortable,” he noted.
    Yeah, well, I just asked if you do beautiful girls, and I want to puke up my pepperoni. “I’m great,” I assured him. “Now.”
    More awkward silence, before he breathed, “So, how about a movie?”
    A movie?With him? “Absolutely,” I said, acting composed, ecstatic inside.
    ~ ~ ~
    We saw the new Ben Stiller movie. We were high on laughter, sick to the stomach from so much candy, popcorn and soda by the time it was over. And greasy pepperoni under all that.
    Meeting him at the bookstore, lunch, window shopping, talking—mostly about me, he wants to know everything about me! —and the film; it had to be the best night of my life!
    We sat on a bench for a while. My phone vibrated three times during the