The First Try
Before he could leave Hardee's, Carole came up to him from behind, surprising him as he emptied the contents of his tray into the garbage container.
"I still haven't heard anything from the doctors," she said.
She spoke lightly, but not very quietly. So far he'd always found her looks shy, but not her demeanor. It intrigued him, of course. He smiled at her.
"You're still feeling dizzy?" he asked.
"Oh, yeah. Sometimes it's better, sometimes it's worse. About the same all this week, and it's tiring."
"I bet it is," he said.
He didn't even know what illness she had. He talked to her about it only because it was what she talked about. Goddamn it, why couldn't he ask her out!
There will be more and longer similar neurotic permutations about asking Carole out here tomorrow. If you don't want to show for that, I won't mind. I know how religious you are. Punks. Druids. Evil twisted Satanists!
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