Ira sighed, pressing the search button and blankly looking at the results and web links. ‘Where to go on a date’ ‘What to say on a date’ ‘What is a date’ and other searches were visible in his search history as he exited the website and buried his face in his arms, groaning quietly to himself. It was just a date…so why was this so hard? He pushed his chair back from the desk and stood up, walking over to the sink and side-eyeing you as he got himself a glass of water. Clearing his throat and running over some lines in his head, he leaned over and spoke. “…..you must be a wifi hotspot, because I’m feeling a positive connection.”
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