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Oh," he said, knocking a red ball into a hole. "It's you." "You were expecting someone else?" I asked. "Am I interrupting your social calender?" I made a big show of glancing around the empty room. "I don't want to keep you from the mob of fans beating down your door." "Hey, a guy can hope. I mean, it's not impossible that a car full of scantily clad sorority girls might break down outside and need my help.

Richelle Mead (2011). “Bloodlines”, p.88, Penguin
Oh, he said, knocking a red ball into a hole. It's you. You were expecting someone else? I asked. Am I interrupting your social calender? I made a big show of glancing around the empty room. I don't want to keep you