“Valentine's Dance is already over,” I remind him.
“Exactly.”
His grin somehow grows.
Which should be impossible.
“What's next?”
I immediately don't like where this is going.
“Kai—”
“Our Lady of Grace Sunday Bingo.”
I stare.
“You cannot be serious.”
“Oh, I'm very serious.”
He straightens and spreads his arms like he's unveiling a masterpiece.
“I'll call numbers.”
“You don't know how to call Bingo.”
“How hard can it be?”
“Very.”
“Fine. I'll learn.”
I laugh again despite myself.
He points at me.
“See? That right there.”
“What?”
“The smiling.”
I stop immediately.
Traitorous face.
“You need more of that.”
“I am not fake dating you at church Bingo.”
“Why not?”
“Because that's insane. And possibly blasphemous!”
“No, it’s not! It’s strategic.”
“That is not strategy.”