“Really, Sage? A date?” I sighed. “Yes, Adrian. A date.” “A real date. Not, like, doing homework together,” he added. “I mean like where you go out to a movie or something. And a movie that’s not part of a school assignment. Or about something boring.” “A real date.” I figured I wouldn’t give him the specifics on the Shakespeare play. “What’s the lucky guy’s name?” “Brayden.” There was a pause. “Brayden? That’s his real name?” “Why are you asking if everything’s real? You think I’d make any of this up?” “No, no,” Adrian assured me. “That’s what’s so unbelievable about it. Is he cute?” I
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