"What do you think?" I tossed aside all the chaotic thoughts, and answered in a mysterious tone on purpose.
Oliver's mouth twitched into a grin, gently pushing his glasses up on his nose. "I don't know, but I hope you don't have a boyfriend, so I stand a chance."
Was this dude into me? I began to doubt. He didn't seem to differ much from other men. Probably he just felt more comfortable with me after chatting for some time, and started to reveal his intentions. I downed the rest of my drink in one gulp, and stood up. "Enough of this, Mr. Oliver. I'm off."
Seeing me about to leave, Oliver also stood up hastily. "Could you leave me your contact? I'll show you I'm serious."
Even if he was serious, so what? I was serious with Damon for ten years, and what did I get? Still, I gave Oliver my number. If Damon could have a blast with his mistress, why couldn't I find someone to kill time?
