the inquisitive one

The inquisitive one was on a date with a tall person originally from Puerto Rico. They talked about their book reading, their exercise routines, and their work lives. Then suddenly, the date said something that surprised the i.o.

“I have a request,” said the date. “I’ve read Liza’s blog. Liza writes about you fairly regularly. You must tell Liza not to write about me. I’m a private person. Okay?”

“Well, Liza does write about me. She also writes about lots of other things. She’s a reporter. She’s just a reporter of real-world events. So I wouldn’t worry about it if she writes about you.”

“It’s not okay if she writes about me!” cried the date. “I’m a private person! For all I know, she’s hiding behind that potted plant right now, recording our conversation!”

The inquisitive one stood up, narrowly missing a waiter carrying a full tray, and went to look behind the potted plant. “She’s not!” the i.o. exclaimed.

“Well, maybe she’s hiding somewhere else. She seems like a shady character.”

“If you feel that way, okay. But I’ll tell you what. I’ll ask Liza if she will change identifying details about you, so no one will know it’s you. She does stuff like that a lot. She’s a respectable journalist with high standards.”

“That sounds good!” said the date, as the waiter lay the check on the table.

Once the check was paid, the two parties stood up and gave each other a hug.

“It was nice to meet you!” said the i.o.

“It was nice to meet you, too!” said the short person originally from Turkey.