"Did you find him?" he asked.
"Who?" I said.
"The boy."
"Oh," I laughed. "No. He doesn't exist."
He smiled.
I smiled back.
"Take me home," I said.
"Sure."
I learned something today. There is only one kiss in Belgium. But I learned it French, so I went for two. But going for two while he's going for one makes for a different kind of formula.
I like that.