had known I was not interested in dating anyone else. But knowing what I wanted did not tell me what she wanted, and the pleasant evening did not entitle me to assume.
“Sabrina.”
She turned toward me.
I set down my plate.
“I’d like to keep doing this.”
Her expression softened, but I continued before I could retreat into something vague.
“I mean, I’d like us to date exclusively. Not because of how we met. Not because we’ve had a few good afternoons. Because I like you, and I want
