"Yeah…yeah…fine." I snapped a glimpse at the time on the stove and leaped up from my chair, head still twirling.
"Shit. I have got to get back to Queen Anne."
"What for?" inquired Peter.
"I reserve a date."
"With who?" Cody smirked slyly at me, and I redden in response.
"Shaman."
Peter swiveled to his student. "Which one is that?"
"The hot dancing guy. Katharina was all over him."
"I was not. I love him extremely much for that."
They chuckled. As I picked up my robe, Peter asked: "Hey, I don't presume you could do me a kindness sometime?"
"What?"
My mind still clench to the ambivalence spiraling around us. That, and Shaman. He and I had discussed on the phone a few times presently since the previous date, and I was thriving more and more dumbstruck at just how well we connected.
