She could do this the whole day, plan something out with him, pretend that, like the snow fort they’d designed freshman year, it would never come to fruition. It was just her and Dave at the pizza place. No matter how many families crowded nearby, how many kids from school waved to them from other tables, no matter how many times Gretchen’s name was scrawled on the sheet of paper in front of them, it was just her and Dave, like it always had been.
