“I’ve always liked older women.”
My face feels hot. “And have you?”
“Yes, I’ve been to twelve countries in my three years in. I love it. I get to decide next year if I want to re-enlist, and I most definitely will. I like being of service.”
“That’s amazing. Most people don’t know what they want to do with their lives until they’re much older, like me. In my thirties.”
He traces his finger around the edge of his glass. His eyes have a shine to them; he shifts his gaze in my direction. In a way that’s practiced, he says, “I’ve always liked older women.”
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