He turns his attention back to me once more, breaking the ice but thankfully also without bringing up the very obvious pink elephant in the room.

“Wait here, I’ll bring my car around,” he says, already walking away.

“Didn’t you have a valet park it for you?” I ask.

“No,” he says simply. “I don’t like other people touching my car.”

I sigh and shake my head. “Oh lord, you’re one of those guys?”

He looks at me incredulously, his brow arched. “What guys?”

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