Introvert, by Eric J. Smith

I couldn’t believe it. I’m an introvert. I don’t work the room—chase women around, you know. No, I figured she’d look the other way to end it right there. But for some reason—do we ever know?—she decided she liked me. At least I think she did—what a smile and she directed it at me. Was she hard up, or what? What was her story and what would come next? One night? A love affair? A relationship? How long would it last? When it was over how would I look back on it? Pain, love, satisfaction, friendship?

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