“Bernetti Café?” Will asked. “We’ve been meaning to go there.”
“Oh, you should. It’s very romantic.”
There was no way Aunt Linda thought the “we” in that sentence referred to me and him—she knew if Will and I had gone public she’d practically know about it before I did—so I had to assume she was doing it to tease Will. Or maybe to even normalize the idea for him.
Will blinked at me. I wondered if he was picturing us on a date, and if the idea was kind of nice or just terrifying. “Good to know,” he said finally, which didn’t give me anything to go on. I would’ve asked him, but I was suddenly scared of what he might say.
Will and I packed up and left at the same time. It was only then that we noticed we hadn’t even started to eat any of the junk food.
“She looks different these days, hu
