“The question turns Aria’s face bright red and, based on the heat I feel in my cheeks, probably mine too. Until now, we haven’t publicly defined our relationship. It didn’t seem necessary. “We haven’t gone on an official date,” Aria says. “Do you want to?” Paris asks. “Sure,” Aria answers, somewhat dismissively. Paris looks at me expectantly. “Sure,” I say, trying to end the inquisition. “Then you should go on a date,” Paris says.”
