“Um, Ollie?” “Yeah?” “I’m sorry for upsetting you Friday night and making you feel like I bailed on you.” “I’m sorry I actually did bail on you.” “I’m not sorry you were jealous.” “I wasn’t jealous.” Carter grins. “Green looks so good on you.” “Shut up.” I smile up at him. “I’ll see you on New Year’s Eve.” He nods. “Not a date.” “Not a date,” I repeat. Then he shuts the door, hits me with two finger guns, and yells, “It’s a date!”
