I mean the kind of people who just won't let you be alone, but who insist on forcing themselves upon you. Duane Winsome was such a person, but he learned his lesson. In any event, I think he did… he certainly should have... In the Los Angeles office building where Duane Winsome worked, he knew almost all of the young ladies by name, the pretty ones at least. He had dated most of them, not that they had willingly gone out with him. It was just that, well, he was that type of man. He simply wouldn't take no for an answer. He was a good-looking young man and intelligent too, but he did have one serious blind spot in his makeup. He simply could not comprehend that there was any woman on this earth, let alone Los Angeles, who would not want to spend an evening with one Duane Winsome. So it was with his usual arrogance that he carried his tray to a particular table in the building's ground-floor cafeteria and sat down uninvited across from the raven-haired young woman who seemed to be toying with her cup of black coffee.
