I wear a long sleeved t-shirt and plaid trousers. It's not a real date, and it's not as if he'll be impressed by that since he's always seen me like this.
When he knocks on the door, I scribble a note on the island for mom; gone out with a friend. Back by eleven. xx
Then I answer it.
Cam stands in the hallway with a pressed floral patterned shirt and dark skinny jeans beneath a camel wool coat. His hair is gelled into a more orderly wave than usual, and his eyes sparkle at me.
"Hi, Kat."
"Cambriel."
"You look nice."
"What are you talking about?"
"You."
"Why?"
"You always look nice, and I'm also acting datelike."
"Datelike?"
"Datelike."
We go to an authentic Napoli pizza place, which is essentially a hot room with a circular kitchen in the centre, surrounding a large stone oven
