“Dinner?” I keep repeating it, like Michael’s given me an impossible word to spell at this imaginary spelling bee and if I keep saying it over and over again I’ll get some kind of clue.
“Dinner.”
Michael smiles all warm and sweet, and my heart throbs in my chest, and I’m fine, everything’s fine if someone would just explain to me what is happening. “Yeah, dinner. I would like to take you out to dinner.”
I keep squinting at him even though my eyesight’s perfect. “I don’t know what to say.”
Michael lets out a surprised laugh, bringing his cup up to his mouth, laughing over the rim before taking a gulp of his super-caffeine concoction. “Yes or no would be nice.”
“On the one hand, if I say no, you won’t be my trainer anymore and I like that you’re my trainer,” I say, stumbling over the wo
