#Chapter 93: Karin

“Really?” My heart kicks up a notch. “Why… Why do you want to take me on a date?” “Because you wanted me to,” he says. “Remember?” There’s a lump in my throat as we walk down the sidewalk together. We stop at a cafe. He holds the door for me. I pause just inside, marveling, wide-eyed at the very 1970’s Americana-style diner. I’m in a fringed, suede miniskirt and blouse. Ansel seems to appreciate the skirt. He raises his eyebrows and smiles. He’s wearing an orange, short-sleeve shirt and mustard-colored pants with flared legs. “Think I can pull this off?” He looks down at his clothes. I think he could pull off a flour-sack, but I’m not going to tell him that. We sit down at a table. The booth is vinyl green and the table is brown laminate. The Eiffel Tower is out the window. “How’d this happen,” Ansel asks, as a waitress walks over to bring us strawberry milkshakes. “I think some of my stuff got mixed in. It reminds me of this s