David sat nervously and listened to Kelsey. He was relieved that their conversation hadn't turned into a nasty shouting match. At the same time, though, he<em>was </em>pretty sure that she had known about him being sick. Oh well, maybe she forgot. He wasn't about to correct her; things were going so well now, and he didn't want to light her already-short fuse again.<br/><br/>"Kelsey, what happened with me and Amanda is in the past," he said. "I love you--and I would NEVER see another woman behind your back. You don't deserve to be treated that way, and I would never do that to you."<br/><br/>"Look," he added. "Let's get together for dinner tomorrow night at Rudy's. I'll pick you up at whatever time works best for you. And hey, I'll pay for the meal; you order whatever you want!" David knew this wasn't very smart financially; his rent money was tight and a single plate at Rudy's typically ran between 20 and 30 bucks. Plus, a couple weeks earlier, David had bought Kelsey a $50 jacket after she had gone into a period of depression following a fight with one of her best friends. Money was tight, but when it came to Kelsey, the price tag was worth it.