“Feel like getting away from here for a while?” Mars asked when Dylan came down to breakfast Saturday morning.
“God, yes!”
Mars grinned. “There’s a joke in there I’m not going to go with. So eat and then put on nicer clothes.”
“You mean you don’t like my old jeans and tired tank top look?”
“Love the tank. It shows off how well your workouts are going.” Mars waggled his eyebrows. “You’re getting sexier by the day.”
Dylan was glad no one else was around at the moment because he was certain he turned bright red. He tried to cover it by getting coffee and food from the buffet table. Since everyone had different schedules, breakfast and lunch were always done buffet-style. Only at dinner did everyone sit down together.
“You must be feeling better,” Dylan said after joining Mars at the tab
