e. I unzipped5 my purse and flung out my wallet, and he looked at me as if I had addressed him in a foreign language. Hesitant, I asked politely, “How much do I owe you?” Larry muttered, “Uh, uh, you really don’t owe me anything, but if you insist...”
Insist, I though, I only offered. To Larry, my gesture was a suggestion of rejection.
Sliding into his desk, he taps my shoulder and says, “Hi, Laura, what’s up?”
“Good morning,” I answer with nervous chills, “Hey, how would you like to have lunch after class on Friday?”
“You mean after the midterm?” he says encouragingly. “I’d love to go to lunch with you.”