"I don't know what I'm doing."
"Here?" he asks. "Here with me?"
I drag another silence into its own epoch.
"One of those."
The waiter clears our plates.
Saverio smiles. "This is a very different first date," he says.
"I'm out of practice."
"What, with all these young men around?"
"Some." I think seriously about dessert--I saw a lemon tart on the board.
"Some young men. Saverio, I knit for a living. I sell books. That must tell you something."
Please let it not.
"I am rushing this," he says. "We don't need to talk about travel yet. I have your address. I'll write."