Adrian's question hung there long enough that I got weirdly aware of my own hands. I had one thumb hooked under the edge of my folder, rubbing the same spot over and over without noticing I was doing it. He waited. That was somehow worse than the question itself. Maybe because I'd spent years being the girl who watched other people get asked out, and I'd never actually figured out what you were supposed to do when it happened to you.
I glanced toward the cafeteria doors. Luca was still there, though he'd stopped talking to Ethan. I looked back at Adrian fast, before Luca could catch me staring.
"Friday?"
"Yeah. If you want to."
No smugness in it. No assumption that I'd say yes because he figured I should. He just waited, and somehow that made it easy. Adrian was nice. He actually liste
