Beatrice
He had to be drunk already right? There’s no way Ethan Finch just asked me that question. My heart’s pounding and I don’t know what to say. He’s looking at me waiting for my answer. I need to say something fast. I don’t want to just shout out the word yes, even if that is how I’m feeling, so I take a deep breath, and swallow before saying, “No, it wouldn’t be a bad thing.”
He smiles, he actually smiles. This is a dream right. Or I’m being punked. Maybe Myles set this whole thing up to make me feel stupid, because sure I imagined being at a bar with Mr. Finch, I mean Ethan, but I never imagined it would actually happen, and that he would be here saying it was a date.
He takes a sip of his drink, and says, “Well I’m sorry I didn’t say something sooner, if I did I would’ve planne
