“You said yes to the dance.” I lean closer, voice dropping. “And I haven’t stopped thinking about how you felt against me since then. One date, Lola. No pressure. Just you, me, and good food.”
She bites her lip again, eyes sparkling. “You’re persistent.”
“You’re worth it.”
She exhales slowly.
“Fine.” The word comes out teasing, but softer. “Friday. But no hockey-bro dive bars.”
“Deal.” Relief floods me, but I play it cool. “Here’s my number. Text me so I have your number? We can decide the details. I can pick you up, or we can meet there…whatever you’re comfortable with.”
“Should I wear a dress?”
“Up to you. Wear something that makes me forget how to speak.” I lean in. “I’ll tell you a secret—that’ll be whatever you wear.”
She rolls her eyes, but her smile is bright and a little wicked. “Don’t worry. I’ve got that covered.”
“I know you do.” I laugh and swipe my hand down my face. “You’re trouble all right. Can’t wait.”
As I walk out, her gaze follows me—I feel it like heat on my back. Friday can’t come fast enough.
Later, I get a text from her.
Unknown number
Hey Captain, this is Trouble. Let’s meet at the restaurant.
I can’t stop grinning.
Sounds good, Trouble. 6:45 work for you?
Trouble
Yes
Can’t wait. I’ll text with the location Friday morning.
Trouble
Trying to keep me guessing?
Absolutely
I call my brother Camden to get a restaurant recommendation, and then I call my twin.
She answers after the first ring.
“Hey, Tulls.”
“Hey, Golds.”
“What’s going on? You don’t usually call on Friday mornings.”
“I have a date tonight. Her name is Lola, and I don’t want to mess this up. Should I bring flowers, or is that too much for a first date?”
“Ooh, Lola. I like her name. Well, now I’m curious,” she says. “I haven’t heard you ask if anything was too much before. You’re usually fine about being too much.” She laughs.
“Shut up. I can’t tell yet if my too much will be too much for her.”