“All right. I think it’s time we go home.” Dahlia grabs my hand and starts to pull me away from Julian and Lorenzo, but she only manages a step before Lorenzo speaks. “Text me when you get there,” he says, loud enough for the crowd of people around us to hear. “I want to know that you got there safely.” We’re doing this now? All right. “You don’t need to remind me every time, baby.” Someone giggles, while another shouts, “She calls him baby!” Baby, he mouths before he subtly shakes his head. No.
