I pull the lollipop from my pocket and hold it out in front of him. “Will you go on a date with me?” He blinks. At me, then at the lollipop. After a long, torturous moment, he lets out a little laugh. But he’s not laughing at me. He’s laughing because he’s happy, and it lights me up with pride. I did that. “Is that a yes?” I ask impatiently. “You’re killing me here.” He grins, taking the lollipop from my hand. “Yes, baby. I’ll go on a date with you.”
