“I was thinking…” His voice trails off, then comes back stronger. “Would you want to get away with me?” “Only us?” “Yeah.” He’s staring at a red light that will not change. “We could go somewhere. Together.” “Yeah?” I try to sound cool. “Where were you thinking?” Anywhere. A deserted island, a crowded city, the dark side of the moon, doesn’t matter as long as he’s there.
