“Idiot,” Matt muttered, letting his head rest on the steering wheel. “Idiot, idiot… You could not have screwed that up more if you tried.” With a shuddering sigh, he looked up at the building – her building. The building she had walked into without a backward glance after he had looked at her, stunned at his good fortune, when she said those words. Desperately, he racked his brain for some way of apologizing – flowers, chocolate, none of the classics would work this time. Maybe, just maybe… Yes, he grinned to himself, thinking of the junk in the back of his car that he still hadn’t taken to Goodwill, even though he’d told his mom he had. There was a boombox in among that junk, bulkier than the one in the movie, maybe, but he could lift it. It might work, it could work, it had to work.
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