Luca asked me out properly on Friday afternoon, and I nearly ruined it by asking who we were supposed to convince. The question came automatically. For months, every time Luca suggested we go somewhere together, there had been another reason attached. A party where Fiona would see us. A school event where people expected us to arrive together. Lunch somewhere Noah might notice. Even the moments that eventually stopped feeling staged had usually begun with somebody watching. Luca stared at me outside the library for several seconds before pointing out that we'd somehow managed to fake an entire relationship without ever going on one normal date. No strategy, no audience, no reason to post anything afterward. He wanted to take me somewhere because he wanted to spend time with me. Apparently
