"Second question. Have you dated anyone?" I asked. We were playing twenty questions again while you fed me lunch.
"That's a stupid question. Of course I have."
"How many?"
"Hey, one question." You corrected me.
"Let me rephrase. Second question, how many times have you dated?"
"Two," you chuckled. "You?"
"Tell me about them!"
"I'm pretty sure I said a question a day, not three." Your voice was stern.
"But we skipped a few days." I opened my mouth for another bite.
"Fine. I met my first in high school. She was a cheerleader."
"Was she pretty?"
"Well, yes, she was. My second was in college, but she transferred. Long-distance didn't work for us."
"That's a pity."
"Enough about me. What about you? How many times have you dated?"
"I haven't."
"You're kidding," you said, then added, "But you're gorgeous!"
I stopped chewing for a second.
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Short StoryAt 00:00, Cinderella ran away from her prince, leaving a glass slipper on the marbled steps of the grand staircase. At 00:00, I ran away from him. Unlike Cinderella, I didn't leave a single thing behind. © sonderingly
