CHAPTER FOUR
The rest of the date went well. No creepy homeless spies with murder in their eyes bothered us. It was just me and Greta, talking and getting to know each other better. Despite my earlier fears, Greta did not seem as annoyed with my lateness as I thought; if anything, she seemed even more relieved than me, perhaps because we’d both been looking forward to this date for so long that we were glad we were doing it, even if I was a bit late.
Granted, when we went our separate ways that evening, we didn’t kiss or anything like that. My older brother, James, probably would have kissed her in my circumstances, but all I did was just say good bye to her and head home on my bike. James might have been able to get away with kissing girls on the first date, but I wasn’t James and I did
