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3. Why me?

It wasn't until they only had their coffees left that she had built up enough courage to tell what she had wanted to say. Just as she was about to, his voice floated through the air and reached her ear:

"So why did you show up at my door this morning? I'm guessing it is not just because you didn't have someone to eat breakfast with." He smiled and she couldn't help that she smiled back. What was it about him that brought out a gesture that she had been faking for years?

"I wanted to thank you, you know for yesterday. I know it's stupid but I don't think I would have lasted much longer."

"It's not stupid" this time there was no laughter in his voice, only concern.

"I just don't know what to do anymore. I don't know who I am. Do you have any idea how hard it is not to be anyone?"

"You are talking to the master." Was that a hint of a smile, she couldn't be sure but for the first time in years she took a shot.

"Oh really?"

"Yeah." Thankfully she realized that she had read him correctly. "Being a New Yorker in California already makes you an outsider then add being Jewish and poor to that equation and you've got a great recipe for a first class nobody."

"As interesting, and a bit disturbing, as that sounds that is not exactly what I meant."

"I know." He was serious again. "When I was five my father left us, I don't remember much of him but the night before he left he came into my room and said that he loved me and that I was special and would do great things and I believed him. The next morning he was gone and I knew he had lied. I mean if he loved me why would he leave? Ever since I have been trying to figure out who I am."

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be. I mean I'm never really going to get over him leaving, but I have learned to deal with it and if I could change the past I wouldn't. I probably wouldn't be sitting here with you now if he hadn't left."

She smiled and blushed, she was used to compliments but this was different. This was the first one she had received being her, being Kirsten.

"Sorry didn't mean to embarrass you."

"No, no it's fine I just don't understand…" she shook her head "Never mind."

Her hands were resting on the table and he reached out, grabbed them and gave her a gentle squeeze.

"Come on, tell me."

"I just, I don't know. Why me? Why did you care? Notice?"

"Honestly?"

"I thought we were." This time it was her time to make the joke.

"I don't know." Ignoring her joke and remaining serious he continued: "I guess you are different but don't get me wrong that is a good thing. It has been awhile since I meet someone real." He smiled at her hoping she would accept this compliment, because he meant it. He saw something in her he hadn't seen in a long time, he saw purity and honesty.

"I should be heading back. My roommate will start to worry" Fuck. He hated when he did that, spoke his mind and then ending up driving people away.

"I'll walk you" he said as they left the dinner.

She didn't respond but she nodded.

The walked had been one in silence. And it wasn't until they reached her dorm that he broke the silence.

"So do you think you will be hungry again tonight?" Joking trying to mask over his insecurity with a line. Again he got angry with himself. Why did he always do that?

"I don't know." She was hesitating, he could sense it and before she got a chance to shoot him down completely he said:

"Come on. We had a good time today didn't we?" she nodded "So what do you say? Dinner? Maybe a movie? I'll let you pick which one." He smiled and thankfully she smiled back.

"Okay"

"Okay? Great I'll pick you up at seven." He felt so pleased with himself that he leaned down and kissed her cheek.

"See you at seven." And then he left.