Lisa's spoon moves in another slow circle. "Tyler...I haven't asked him. It's not like I have any influence over what he thinks, anyway. Every time we talk, it feels like hitting a brick wall. I'd love for him to come, but..."
The table goes still.
"Have you two actually been on a date?" Mia asks carefully. "A real one. Just you two, somewhere specific, planned."
Lisa thinks about it for a moment longer than the question should require. Then she shakes her head.
"What?" Ellie straightens. "Tyler does that—the model lunch, the fan dinner, the team function—but he's never taken you anywhere?"
"We mostly see each other at his place," Lisa says. "Or wherever the team goes."
"That's not—" Ellie stops herself. Recalibrates. "Okay. Saturday. You ask him, he comes, and you actually get to be
