“Are all your suggestions this boyish?” she whispers. “Hey, don’t let my sister hear you say that. She’s the mini golf queen,” I reply just as quietly, keeping my eyes on the front of the room. “What were you thinking?” “Antiquing?” “Hell no.” “Bookstore?” “Maybe.” She huffs out a breath. “Fine. The arcade isn’t a bad idea, there’s one right in town.” “Really?” I can’t keep the hopeful note out of my voice. “Are you free tonight?”
