"Seriously, it's fine. This isn't even mine." He gestured down to the sweatshirt. "And even if it was, it's not one of my favorites. But it's not, so really don't worry about it." He took another glance around and noticed everyone was still staring. He once again shifted, but turned back to Nora as she replied about him getting her a new one. "Well, you know, when someone offers to get you new ice cream it usually involves...paying for it. I don't know, maybe I'm just making stuff up."
His question made him smirk, shaking his head. "No, not usually...and, once again I point out that you ran into me." He grinned and tilted his head to the side a bit. "So, what's your name? I feel I have a right to know, since you just ruined my least favorite sweatshirt that isn't even mine."
Once she replied, his brows furrowed together. Nora. Nora, that sounded...
Holy crap. He couldn't help but give a light laugh as he shook his head. "I'm Jones. Jones Dennis. It's really a pleasure to finally meet you, Nora." He held out his hand for her to shake, now that it wasn't sticky and covered with icecream.
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