Moxie's POV
Later that night,George and I stepped out of the house for our first real date. I didn’t expect the place he took me to.
When George said he had something planned, I had imagined something simple, maybe dinner somewhere quiet, or a walk around campus where we could talk without everything feeling so… loaded. I definitely hadn’t expected him to pull up in front of a private indoor ice arena.
I stared at the building for a moment before turning to him, my hand still resting on the door handle, unsure whether I was supposed to be impressed or suspicious. “You… booked this?” I asked, glancing back at the glowing lights reflecting off the glass walls.
“Yeah,” he answered, a little too casually, like it wasn’t a big deal at all, though the slight tension in his shoulders told me
