“You want to go out with me?” I question while wearing a
teasing smile. “Well, usually I think it’s only fitting we go
out on a real date seeing as we’ve already been out to
Walmart and all. I don’t take girls there until at least the
second or third date . . . but you’re special, and since our
little trip together today was sort of our date number three,
we can just pretend tonight will be date number four.” He
grins.”