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VIOLETTA
I waited for the gotcha moment like the other day…but it never came.
I narrowed my eyes suspiciously, biting back the urge to ask whether he meant it as a real date or just a fake one.
Instead, I asked, “What do you have in mind?”
“Why do you even bother cupcake?” he scoffed. “You know for a fact I won’t be telling!”
Cupcake? That’s a new one.
“A hike?”
“No.” He deadpanned.
“Swimming?”
“No but that’s a great idea for next time.”
Let’s ignore the next part so I wouldn’t start overthinking about it and instead think of what kind of date-like activity can be done at night?
Determined to get some kind of reaction out of him, I leaned closer and whispered, “Meeting your parents?”
He almost stumbled over his own feet, “What the f**k Re
