I went shopping with Sam, and he bought a jacket and fell in love.
The salesboy had Williamsburg glasses and a Minnesota face, and he was extra helpful. Then, after he handed Sam back his credit card, he said:
“We’re all night! I mean. . . We’re all set. . . . Have a good night.”
And of course Sam was smitten, but didn’t realize it until after we left the store, so we had to find out the boy’s name from the receipt.
Now he keeps pretending the store is on his way home and walking past it. There’s been a fair amount of plotting and scheming how to make something happen.
If I had to wager, I’d bet he never talks to the boy again. After all, it’s much easier to keep loving someone you never know.