I was mildly affronted that she believed I would use him like that and take his food.
Recently at Timmy's, an Esso compatriot brought me flowers and said I was pretty. Even I, who generally believes people when they say they-aren't-crying-they've-just-got-something-in-their-eye, could tell that he was nervous to talk to me.
He seems nice (based on the 2 or 3 sentences I've exchanged with him in the past), but there is no chance at all that I am interested.
Yet, for several long moments, I contemplated whether I could just grab the flowers and run.
So, Sarah, I may stand corrected. How did you know I was a nut?
“The mere thought hadn't even begun to speculate about the merest possibility of crossing my mind.” Douglas Adams