things work out you date for a while, maybe one day move in together, get married, take some vacations, whatever. That's what you're probably doing, more or less, or maybe you're just looking to date and have a good time. Right?"
She nodded slowly, taking in what he was saying.
"Something like that," she replied slowly.
Jon sat back in his chair.
"Look, I meet a lot of people who aren't very interested in simply finding a person they pair up well with. I usually meet, well, this is kind of a loaded statement and I don't feel good about using it, but—"
"Gold diggers?" Janelle offered.
"I was going to say social climbers, but that works. Either way, you don't strike me as the type," he replied with sincerity.
"Maybe I am. You still don't know me that well," she shrugged.
"I suppose not. But you didn't walk out of the club with me the other night because you were a social climber. I think you saw something you liked, at least a little bit," Jon smirked.
"Yeah, I like you. I wonder why you act so mysterious, though,” Janelle smiled. “Like, what's the deal with you? You're always talking about yourself like you're a celebrity or something, mentioning how gorgeous girls are always coming at you and how they're all there for your money. That, or they're social climbers or whatever. It's very confusing, because you tell me you're just a communications guy for an energy company, but you’ve also told me that your dad is a higher-up there. So, what, does he own the company or something?"
"Yes, he does," Jon answered, nervously taking a sip off of his beer.
"Come on. Don’t fuck around," Janelle said, her tone suddenly serious.
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