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good night's sleep, I'm sure I'm going to miss ten or twenty really awkward moments that<br />
are bound to happen within the next forty-eight hours, all of which are going to pale in<br />
comparison to the one I'm going to experience if I hang out here anymore. What do I<br />
owe, do you suppose?"<br />
Chris reached up to shake <strong>Dawson's</strong> hand. "I got it, man."<br />
"Boy," Dawson mumbled with a nod, "you get out of a rich guy's way while he's hitting on<br />
your friend, and you can score free food. If I'm ever poor and alone in a large urban<br />
center, I'm going to remember that as an alternative to doing dishes or singing for my<br />
supper. Later." He waved and walked out.<br />
Jen cleared her throat. "Those are my friends."<br />
"Yeah," Chris smiled and nodded. "They're very interesting."<br />
She stared down at the table. "They're nineteen, you know."<br />
He hesitated. "Yeah. Yeah, I know they are."<br />
She drummed her fingers on the table. "I'm nineteen, too."<br />
His head snapped up, and he stared at her, feigning shock. "No. Really?"<br />
She laughed. "Make fun of me all you want, but you said before that Joey being<br />
nineteen was among the reasons the two of you were just friends."<br />
He frowned. "You know, you're right. I did say that." Chris took a long drink from his<br />
coffee cup. He raised one eyebrow in an exaggerated villainous gesture. "I wonder if<br />
there's some way to buy my way out of this whole issue." When she gave an explosive<br />
chuckle, he went on. "No, really. I mean, I pay people to mow my lawn, I pay people to<br />
cut my hair -- hell, if I didn't want to use the turn signal when I drive, there's somebody<br />
somewhere who would take ten bucks an hour to sit in the passenger seat and operate<br />
it. There's got to be a way I can buy you a few years."<br />
"I don't know," she said, chewing loudly on a piece of ice. "I'm pretty young."<br />
"Well," he countered, "I'm pretty rich."<br />
She stopped chewing and looked at him, suddenly feeling her cheeks turn red. His face<br />
went from a joking smile to a warmer one, and then melted into a sort of fascinated<br />
gaze. "What?" she asked.<br />
"Wow." He slapped his hand on the table. "Wow," he repeated.<br />
She laughed nervously. "What?"<br />
"I'm going to kiss you." He seemed to be making an observation more than an overture<br />
of any kind. "I really am. I'm going to kiss you."