For a second, I thought I’d misheard him. Surely, he’d realized how inappropriate he was being and would apologize. But no, he tilted his head thoughtfully and said, almost to himself, “So… in ten days, huh?”
I frowned, not understanding where this was going.
Then he added, musing softly,
“Actually, fifteen days sounds better. It’ll be calmer then.”
He looked right at me, as if he had just made up his mind, and said with an easy smile,
“Well then… fifteen days it is. What do you say?”
I stood frozen, caught somewhere between shock and laughter, thinking, Is this real life?
Did a stranger just schedule a date for after I give birth?
