I am trying to stop myself from saying how much I like him.

　　“When are you free? I need your time." This is what his voice is like again.

　　Now, I'm looking in his eyes, straight.

　　"My time? What are we going to talk about?"

　　I mean, we are talking right now. Maybe he will say more to me.

　　It’s not like that I don’t like talking with him. I just didn't want to say anything again. That I might look like a fool ...