“You’re jealous,” he teases. “No,” I lie. “You totally are.” Delight dances across his face. “You like me.” “No,” I lie again. “I told you—I was in the neighborhood. I figured I’d say hello.” “You’re better than this, baby. Why don’t you put us out of our misery and say yes already?” “Yes to what?” “A date. Just say yes.”
