The place had cleared out, but neither of them really paid attention. Sara hadn't looked at her watch in hours, in fact, somewhere in the middle of their marathon bowling session; she had taken it off and thrown it in her purse. They were just hanging out, sitting in the plastic chairs, bodies turned towards each other and their knees touching. Sara felt like she hadn't talked to him like this in a long time, and it felt great.
"So," Sara prodded a finger into his arm, "You have to tell me if there are any special girls in your life."
Kaleb blinked, shook his head, and then drug a hand through the top of his hair.
"I got lots of girls. None special." Kaleb felt like that was a good train of thought to take. She wouldn't accept that, though, and he knew it. Just as he expected she gave h
