Lorne Street

On my way to university, this Unicef guy approached me asking if I can spare him some time to talk.
“Sorry, I don’t have time”, I immediately said. (This is my script whenever someone on the street asks me to talk about their cause.)
I was starting to walk away from the situation when he asked,
“Oh, why not?”
I didn’t want to be a snob so I replied,
“I’m supposed to be meeting someone right now.”
“I have a lot of spare time.”
“But I don’t.”
This was the point when I started checking him out.
“Hmm well I can give you my spare time so you’ll have some and we can talk.”
Two things were running on my mind then: (1) You’ll be my life saver if you can actually do that as, considering I’ve procrastinated so much, I need more time to study for my exams, and (2) even though it’s kind of a volunteering pre-requisite to be friendly, it didn’t stop me from thinking, “That’s gotta be one of the simplest yet most adorable things directed to me I’ve heard so far.”
I snapped out of it and said,
“I gotta go sorry. Hopefully next time.”
“Okay, well just one more question; it won’t take much time.”
“Shoot!”
“Are you 21?”
“Nope. I’m 19.”
His charming smile never faltered, though; looked me right in the eyes and raised his right hand. I high-fived him and said, “Bye!”
It didn’t hurt that he was attractive. I would honestly stay longer for a conversation with him.
Say whatever you want.