Lisa wrestled with her thoughts, trying to get them to play nice inside her head. “I don’t usually consider myself someone’s girlfriend until we’ve kissed,” she finally said.
“Oh, I see.” Cal nodded, his eyes trained on the ground as they walked through the parking lot. “I’m…not ready to do that.”
“I know,” Lisa said, squeezing his hand. “It’s our second date, Cal. I’m not ready for that either.”
“So maybe you’re not my girlfriend.”
“I don’t mind,” she said. “I’m fine with the label.” And she was. In fact, such a label excited her—when it came to Cal. He wasn’t the type of man to date four girls a week and call each of them “baby” the way one of her “boyfriends” had.
If he wanted to call her his girlfriend, she really was fine with that.
He stepped up to the ticket booth and started
