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The One that Teleported Away

“Wow.” She looked at me in stunned disbelief. “I mean, that’s an honor, but I don’t see you in that way. I just want to be friends.”

I looked above her head, and the awkwardness was tangible. “Um, cool.”

“Sorry if I led you on.” She crossed her ankles, obviously as uncomfortable as I was. We didn’t talk for about thirty seconds.

“I don’t really understand it though,” I said, “I killed a pterodactyl for you.”

“Well, yeah,” she replied, but it was just a baby pterodactyl. Plus, if you hadn’t configured the time machine wrong, we never would have ended up in the future that far.”

“What about the time you drank that truth serum and told me you were madly in love me?”

She sighed. “Brotherly love. I look at you like I would look at a brother. I guess I just wanted to hang out with you so much because I only have sisters.”

“I guess that makes sense,” I said. “But, what about that time…” I was hoping she would finish the sentence, but it was clear she had no intention of it. “You gave me a kiss?” I finished, blushing a terrible shade of red.

“That was a Hershey’s kiss.”

“Yeah, but you gave it to me.”

“I was just sick of candy,” she said, “it being the week after halloween and all.”

“Oh” I said as I nodded and tried to smile without it looking fake.

“So yeah,” she said.

“Well,” I said, “I’d better get back to killing Nazis.”

“And I still haven’t stopped that Alien invasion in Germany,” she said, “so I’d better go get on a plane and do that. Maybe we’ll see each other over there.”

I nodded and walked away slowly, hoping my back couldn’t blush. My neck probably was though, so it didn’t matter. I never thought asking out a girl from the CIA would be so awkward.

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