Lisa's POV
I couldn’t stop fiddling with my hair in the passenger-side mirror, though I told myself I wasn’t nervous. It was just pizza and bowling. Casual. No big deal. But still, my reflection kept pulling me in like I had to double-check that nothing was out of place. Caleb reached across the console, gently tugging my hand down with a grin.
“You’re fine, Lisa. Promise. If you check your hair one more time, I’m going to have to confiscate the mirror.” He said to me in a teasing tone.
I laughed, smacking his arm lightly. “Easy for you to say. Guys just… throw on whatever and look decent. Girls don’t get that luxury.” I said to him with a little sigh
He gestured at his t-shirt and jeans. “Decent, huh? I’ll take it.” He said dramatically.
I rolled my eyes but smiled anyway. In the ba
