“I’m really sorry. Do you want to try to sell our tickets? Or I can still pay for mine if you want to go with someone else.” I gazed at the sizzling skillet of fajitas in front of me. I was disappointed she couldn’t go, but I still really wanted to. Did I know anyone else who liked Joven? Oh. I did. He’d caught me dancing in my swimsuit to their music once in his darkened garage. Plus, he wasn’t on-call that weekend. “Your face is weird,” Lilith said abruptly, staring at me through the steam from my food. “What are you thinking about?” “Doing something crazy,” I said. “Like, maybe asking Greg
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