You know how I feel about that guy. [ And he'd wanted to scare her. He can't quite bring himself to regret it.
He's there before the agreed-upon time—in the hopes of getting himself situated, prolonging whatever she has in mind past a biting remark and an averted glance. Unless she's early as well, she'll find him seated on the couch, his hat on the coffee table. He's reading a flimsy little book that'll buy her a few extra seconds before he notices her. ]
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He's there before the agreed-upon time—in the hopes of getting himself situated, prolonging whatever she has in mind past a biting remark and an averted glance. Unless she's early as well, she'll find him seated on the couch, his hat on the coffee table. He's reading a flimsy little book that'll buy her a few extra seconds before he notices her. ]