“[Realtor], you’re sick too? Must be all that making out that we do.”

“I, uh, um … nevermind.”

“No? You’re not going to touch that one?”

“Not for another week. I have to be professional for another week, until you close on your house, and then you better watch out.”

Last week, the banter made me smile, though slightly unnerved with his not-too-subtle advances into my protected comfort-zone. Today, as I write it, I don’t know if I am feeling it; I might be done with my crush.