But one day she asked if I wanted to grab dinner. "As friends," she added quickly. "I just... I like talking to you."
I said yes.
That dinner turned into another. Then another. Then a walk in the park. Then a movie. Then one night, standing outside her apartment, she kissed me.
"I've wanted to do that for weeks," she said.
"Amber, I'm old enough to be your grandfather."
"I know. I don't care."
"People will talk."
"Let them."