Trinity laughed. “A cave with rogues? You? I give you three hours before you’ll be begging for Wi-Fi and a hot shower.”
Just as I was about to respond, someone walked by and ruffled my hair. I didn’t even need to look to know who it was—only one person did that.
Nate.
“Hey, beautiful,” he greeted, flashing a quick smile as he walked away. He glanced back over his shoulder with a smirk.
Trinity gave me a look that practically screamed, Don’t do it, but I was already set on my decision.
“Should I just ask him now?” I whispered
Nate was popular among students—rarely ever alone, but today he sat down at a table by himself. If I didn’t ask him now, when would I?
I had already thought about texting him before, but that would’ve been even more awkward than asking him face-to-face.
Trinity
