“You got that right.” With a proud smile, Skye rested her head against Trip’s arm as he scrolled, perfectly positioned both to see the screen and provide herself with the much needed support. “I’m fine with whatever, but we should ask the people I’m inviting. All zero of them. Not that I don’t want our date to be third wheeled, it’s just that everyone I know is suddenly very preoccupied with stuff for reasons that remain unknown, and I wouldn’t want to disturb them. Common courtesy.”
“Good thing my imaginary other friend is staying home, then,” Trip said dryly. He paused on an Indian restaurant that had good reviews. “Wouldn’t want them to ruin our date. Which I never said this was. Friends eating dinner.” He stopped himself before he went on for too long and kept scrolling. “This look good?” he asked, showing it to Skye.
