Mitch played with his cutlery. “I don’t know what to do. I’ve never been on a date before.” “Me neither.” “Oh.” Mitch sat up straighter. “I guess we wing it, then?” “I guess.” Mitch didn’t look too thrilled at the idea. “I’m not much of a winger.” “You’re a left winger.” “Oh my God.” Mitch buried his face in his hands. “That was so bad.”
