“What?” I asked, maybe a little too quickly. “No.” Maybe. Yes, because you see, I’m pretty sure I’m dating him now, because after I took him with me to the zoo—the zoo! —we had dinner together, and we talked about our dead parents, and now I’m not sure where we stand. And I haven’t been sleeping enough because I keep lying in bed at night thinking about him, and wishing his hands were—Nope. Not going there.