She bit into the apple. “An apple a day keeps the doctor away,” she said, “but that really depends on whether you want to see the doctor or not.”
“True,” he agreed. “So, do you?”
“We-ell,” she said slowly, “I guess I don’t mind.”
“Really?”
She paused, took another bite of the apple, and chewed methodically. “Yeah, why not?” she answered finally.
“That’s good,” he said, “because I like seeing you.”
There was a long stretch of silence, and then:
“… Say, do you want to see a movie Friday night at seven?”
“… Sure.”
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