"N-non... really..." She lowered her head, trying not to look at the gorgeous man. For as much as she had been hurt, Argo never really frightened her. He somehow did not look real to her, which is why she seemed more comfortable. He was like the men in her romance novels.
"Ah'm... ah'm jus' gonna wash up an' ... an' go home... r-read a book... an' g-go ta sleep... Argo..." Oh how she wished she could ask him to go out with her. But she knew she wasn't as good as the women that usually hung around him. She wasn't pretty, or rich, or glamorous. She was skinny, dorky, and the eyes of the devil.
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