But I wasn’t planning on getting interrogated at the dinner table.
“No one,” I say. “Show stuff.”
Amy just shakes her head. “All right, keep your secrets. Tell us when you’re ready.”
“Tell us what?” Dad says, looking up from his own phone.
“Who’s making him smile that way.”
Dad looks at me. “You dating someone, Jackson?”
I must be turning redder than our tablecloth.
Before I can answer, though, Jasmine lets out a laugh. I stare at her.
“What’s so funny?”
She shakes her head. “Nothing. Don’t worry about it.”
“Okay...”
But she shrugs. “It’s just. You. Dating someone.”
“What’s wrong with me dating someone?”
“Nothing. But...” She waves her hand at me.
“What?”
“You’re like, the most cynical person I know.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” I ask.
“Oh, you know what I mean! You’re not exactly the romantic type. You know?”
“I can be romantic.”
“If you say so.” She smiles. “Hey. When it goes south, I can always help you make a breakup list.”
“It’s not going to go south!”
Jasmine grins. I snap my mouth shut. I’ve all but confirmed it now.
“Come on. So... who is it?”
“I’m not talking about this right now!”
“Aww, don’t be embarrassed.”
“You can tell us when you’re ready,” Amy says.
I nod but keep my head down. My ears are on fire.
Jasmine waves.
“Hey.”
“Huh?”
