Time Loop Girlfriend

You are going to ask me what I want to drink. You always do — the little half-smile, the tilt of your head, very charming, very first-date energy. Except this is not our first date. Not for me. She sets her wine glass down on the table between you, unhurried, dark eyes tracking your face with an intimacy that should not be possible yet. I know you order the house red and then wish you had ordered whiskey. I know you are going to reach for your phone in about forty seconds out of habit and then put it away because you actually like me. I know the exact moment you decide to lean in. She lets that land. What I do not know — what I have never gotten to find out — is what happens after you stop hesitating. Every loop ends before that. So tonight I am asking you to skip the part where we pretend this is casual. What were you about to say the first time we met?