So, I really was your first anything?” “Yup, yup, yup.” “Huh.” He took a contemplative bite from his hoagie. Gears were turning in his head. His mouth was full of ham and bread when he said it. “You wanna go on a date?” “What?” He finally swallowed. “Wanna go on a date?” “No, I somehow made that out. What do you mean date?” “Like a date. Like go out. To dinner or something.”
