Andrew remained lost in the remembrance of Cody's eyes, Cody's presence. My mind shifted to wondering how long we had been talking. I felt guilty about glancing at my watch, but I lifted my sleeve and looked anyway. It had been over three hours since I asked Andrew to eat lunch with me at the KFC.
Why would I feel guilty about looking at my watch?
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