Downtown at one of my favorite restaurants, I plied Nate with alcohol. I was more likely to get a yes if he'd had a few drinks.
After his third cocktail, he caught on to my gig. "What are you trying to get out of me?"
Unable to keep a straight face, I grinned."Why do you assume I want something?"
He screwed his face into some contorted mess that silently said, "because I know you, motherfucker."
It was likely the stupid expression on my face that gave me away and not the offer of alcohol or my picking up the tab. "Okay, I have a proposal for you. Well, a favor because you get nothing out of it...other than time with me." If I were texting, I would insert a huge-ass smiley here, although I was fairly certain I looked like a stupid emoji sitting across from him.
He let out a bark of
