Slowly Tony filled his lungs with the evening air. He was still holding her hand. Was it sweaty? His hands were so much bigger than hers.. and rough. What if she didn't like this? Was she really ready? Did she want this? He did, oh he did, but what if..? "Do you," he blurted out suddenly. She glanced over and waited patiently, "Maybe.." he dropped her hand to wipe his on his pants. "Maybe?" she couldn't help mocking, just a bit. He gulped. Lord why was his throat so dry?? "Wanna go out with, with me? Tomorrow? Or, or anytime you can." He stammered over his words. How stupidly eager he must seem. She chuckled lightly, but nodded. His fumbling was sweet when he was normally so confident and sure of himself, "I have work tomorra. How bout Friday?" Jazzabella offered, letting her arms swing by her sides as she walked. "Or Sat?" she asked, knowing Fridays were his busiest days. He cleared his throat
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