“I want you guys to date.” She… what? I don’t understand. “Why would you want that?” I ask just as quietly. “So you are?” She squeals, then hunches forward, going back to being quiet. “You’re really dating?” I puff out my cheeks, then give her the smallest nod. When she starts to bounce in her seat, I’m the one to lean closer. “It’s new. And my dad doesn’t know.”
