She laughed. “I’ll say they are.”
“Depends, I guess, on who you go out with.”
“Well, you should know your way around.”
They were drawing nearer and nearer to the act. Everything was going well. She was returning all his signals. He began to breathe a little hard as they approached the gateway.
“I know so few people in New York,” he said. “Bob’s really the only person I know well. I don’t know any girls.”
“Well, there’re a lot of them around.”
“I know.” He paused and then he began to speak carefully but casually. “I was going out tonight but I don’t think I will now.”
“Why?”
“It’s not much fun alone.” This was said almost pathetically.
“What about Bob?”