«Hazel Grace,” he said, my name new and better in his voice. “It has been a real pleasure to make your acquaintance.”<br />“Ditto, Mr. Waters,” I said. I felt shy looking at him. I could not match the intensity of his waterblue eyes.<br />“May I see you again?” he asked. There was an endearing nervousness in his voice.<br />I smiled. “Sure.”<br />“Tomorrow?” he asked.<br />“Patience, grasshopper,” I counseled. “You don’t want to seem overeager.”<br />“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.<br />“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?”<br />“But you don’t even have my phone number,” he said.<br />“I strongly suspect you wrote it in the book.”<br />He broke out into that goofy smile. “And you say we don’t know each other.