I watched him walk backwards, still snapping pretend pictures of me. Did I really want to friend-date this guy? Jay tripped backward into one of the dinosaurs, arms flailing wildly to keep from toppling over. He righted, patting the statue, sending me a large grin and a thumbs-up. That warm sensation settled in my gut—a feeling I'd begun associating with Jay. Well, fuck. Yes. Yes, I did.
