It's A Date
I froze for a moment, trying to process what he had just said. I stopped, turned back towards him, and waited for a moment.
“Ask me what?” I asked when he didn’t say anything else.
“Well, um, you know the homecoming dance is tomorrow night…”
“Are you asking me to homecoming?” I asked, teasingly.
“Yeah, I guess I am” he admitted.
“Do you remember how to get to my house?” I asked. He nodded, “Then it’s a date. Pick me up at 8”
“Ok, cool” we both smiled, then I walked away to catch up with Camille.
“Did Dave just ask you to the dance tomorrow?” she asked excitedly.
“Yeah,” I replied, simply. Then I spent the rest of lunch daydreaming, completely oblivious to whatever it was Camille was trying to review with me.