“Does your family think we’re dating?” He doesn’t look upset. More in the ballpark of proud. “Who knows.” Probably. “Is it a problem?” I want him to say yes, and then throw in his face that it’s his fault for showing up unannounced. He thwarts my move. “Who doesn’t love a good fake dating scheme.” I arch my eyebrow. “I’m surprised you’re familiar with the concept.” “A friend is a huge Lara Jean fan. I sat through, like, six of her movies.” He means his girlfriend. “There are only three.” “Felt like more.”
