Krystal’s finished

“Come on I must give you something.”

“Just get me a pint next time we’re in the pub.”

“Are you sure?”

Krystal nods. “If there’s anything else you want me to do? I could tune up your laptop?”

No, no, you don’t want her to do that. Not because your laptop doesn’t need tuning. No, she looks like the kind of person who’d explore, and you’ve spent the last few weeks almost constantly watching porn. No, you can’t have her finding that. She’s not the most discrete of people. How would the school respond if they discovered your porn preferences?

“No, it’s OK. You’ve done enough already.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. Thanks. I’ll get you that drink. No, I’ll get you a couple of drinks.”

You thank her again, and escort her to the door, kiss her on the cheek and see her out. She lingers for a while, her face clearly caught in some thoughts, but whatever they are, they quickly disappear. She doesn’t look too happy waving goodbye but she’s soon off and you can close the door and be alone again.