ay, so that was why he now sat at the coffee table near the campus waiting for the woman to show. Daniel came here regularly for coffee, and this was the first time

uldn't do. Tapping his fingers on the table, he watched the door, waiting. He was aware of the women around him. Some were sending flirtatious loo

and out and she took it, smiling. Her grip was gentle, and he noticed that she kept tucking her hair behind her ears. "Have you done this often, D-Daniel?" "Not at all. You can say that I just listened to a couple of guys talk about the site. I got curious, and then I saw you. What about you? Have you got many..." he looked around the room and leaned forward, "sugar daddies?" She shook her head. "No. This is my first, my only time doing this, and someone responding." She shrugged. "You were the first." "I find that hard to believe." "Are you flirting?" she asked. "Maybe. Isn't that website what this is about? Flirting. Having some fun without the promise of something else?" "I guess it is. With the other stuff involved. Money." He saw the guilt and shame cross her face, and he couldn't help but reach across the table and take her hand. "You need money?" he asked. She nodded but didn't say anything. "I'm not an addict or anything. I've just fallen on really hard times." "You're a student. I don't imagine you're making much money. That's okay. We can deal with all that soon." Elizabeth pulled her hand away and sipped at her coffee. He saw she had no intention of speeding things along. She was ... reserved, and he liked that. Daniel wasn't interested in a woman who was all about getting attention. He liked