“Anyway,” he says, smiling at me as my vision comes back into focus once again, “what do you think of that?” “Of … oh, yeah, sure,” I blurt out automatically. “Cool, I’ll pick you up tonight at seven, then.” “Seven? Why?” I draw out the question, giving my mind a chance to replay his words. His smile falters a little. “For our date.
LMAOOOO ahhhh this sick I’m dying 🤣😭
