Jul 2, 2025
He's flirting with me. Holding the towel poised and ready, all dashing smile and thinking eyes.
My head explodes. "Are you kidding me?"
"I would never dare kid about such matters," he charms
"You're flirting? You should be apologizing!"
"For flirting?"
"For nearly running me over!"
"You're suggesting I apologize for something I didn't intentionally do? I'd rather apologize for the flirting." He's smiling.
-My Oxford Year