The first wave of panic hits Mara as Dennis attempts to kiss her for a second time. She turns her face away and stares at the flowers on the ground, feeling unbearably jealous. Those flowers sit there and bees just flock to them, there’s no societal pressures, no uncomfortable courting moments, no undesirable suitors who just won’t take a hint.
She turns back to the man and gives him a polite smile. “Goodnight, Dennis.”
In a surprising bout of courage the man asks, “Can I come in?”
Mara balks at him for a moment contemplating what nonsense could be going through the man’s head for him to think that question was okay. “Absolutely not.” She turns and opens her door before shooting one more glance at the man. “Do not contact me again.”
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