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I put the car in park and looked over at him. He really was beautiful. I know boys aren’t supposed to be, but he was.
”Hazel Grace”, he said, my name new and better in his voice. ”It has been a real pleasure to make your acquaintance.”
”Ditto, mr Waters”, I said. I felt shy looking at him. I could not match the intensity of his waterblue eyes.
”May I see you again?” he asked. There was an endearing nervousness in his voice.
I smiled. ”Sure.”
”Tomorrow?” he asked.
”Patience, grasshopper”, I counseled. ”You don’t want to seem overeager.”
”Right, that’s why I said tomorrow”, he said. ”I want to see you again tonight. But I’m willing to wait all night and much of tomorrow.” I rolled my eyes. ”I’m serious”, he said.
”You don’t even know me”, I said. I grabbed the book from the center console. ”How about I call you when I finish this?”
”But you don’t even have my phone number”, he said.
”I strongly suspect you wrote it in the book.”
He broke out into that goofy smile. ”And you say we don’t know each other.”

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