POV’s Philip
Me: You hungry?
I put my phone away, taking my stuff out to my car. By the time I’d put my equipment in the trunk and sat down behind the wheel, I saw a new notification pop up on my screen.
Tate: Do you not have my number?
I rolled my eyes.
Tate: I could eat. Why?
I typed out my response.
Me: I’ll pick you up in fifteen. Is sushi good?
I’d kill two birds with one stone. People would see us out for a date, and I’d also get to ask her about this whole beach house ordeal. I typed in her address into the navigation and started driving.
I sat with my thoughts for a moment, thinking about whether or not it would be a good idea for me to go to Eren’s. It wasn’t like I had practice or any other valid excuse to say no. Technically, Tate was my girlfriend, and what guy in the
