“Can I take you on a date?” “What, now?” My cheeks go pink again. “Yeah.” I frown. “I’ve had dinner.” He makes a half laugh, half pfft sound. “We’ll have it again.” He shrugs. “Or—don’t? I don’t care—I just wanna—what’s your favorite place in South Carolina?” “The airport,” I say, deadpan. Sam Penny rolls his eyes. “Come on.”
Georgia is so funny for real. Get this girl out of South Carolina.
