I looked at him. “Dumb question?” “Sure.” “What do you want to do that late?” “See, the girl I like. She’s really busy, and she’s got these other dates planned, but I still want to see her.” Jake gave my hand a squeeze. “I don’t care if we do homework or watch videos. I’ll grab a pizza and bring it, then you and I can hang out.” The jitters turned into little knots. “That’s really sweet.” “But I’m putting in my request right now. Your next full free evening… you and me. Real date.” My next semi-free evening was Sunday. I’d been… “Are you busy Sunday?” He grinned. “I am now.”
