May I see you again?" he asked. There was an endearing nervousness in his voice. <br /><br />I smiled. "Sure."<br /><br />"Tomorrow?" he asked.<br /><br />"Patience, grasshopper," I counseled. "You don't want to seem overeager. <br /><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 /><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 /><br />"But you don't even have my phone number," he said.<br /><br />"I strongly suspect you wrote it in this book." <br /><br />He broke out into that goofy smile. "And you say we don't know each other.