Scarlet
Ronan: What are you doing on Saturday?
The message popped up on my screen just as I was finishing my homework. I frowned, rereading the text. A simple question, but coming from Ronan, it felt heavier than it should.
Why do I do this; always overthinking everything?
Me: Nothing. Why?
The reply came almost instantly.
Ronan: Good. Be ready by 10 AM. I’m picking you up.
I stared at the message, suspicion creeping in. What exactly was he planning? There I go, overthinking again.
Me: For what?
Ronan: Just trust me.
Trust him? The nerve of this guy.
Me: No way. Tell me where we’re going first.
Ronan: Scarlet, stop overthinking. Just get ready.
Me: …Is this a date?
I added the question with an exaggerated eye-roll, fully expecting him to deny it.
His response came seconds la
