“Thanks.” “Of course, yeah.” He shrugged, the tips of his ears burning red. I wanted to know what he was thinking. He ran a hand over his jaw a few times, shifting his weight like he was uncomfortable. “I should go.” I stood, pausing as the wave of pounding continued. “Um, thanks for—” “What are you doing today?” he blurted out, his speech way too fast and choppy to be considered smooth.
