“Us? What can we do?”
“I don’t know. Maybe he just needs a little push.”
“With my daughter?”
“Maybe we should drop them off at the restaurant then leave them alone?”
I glance at her, concerned.
“We can go somewhere else and give them some space.”
“Does that mean I can’t check up on them?”
“No, you can’t.”
“Are you suggesting that I leave my daughter alone with a teenage boy whose hormones are in position and ready to attack?”
She laughs.
“I wasn’t joking.”
“What do you think is going to happen? They’ll be having dinner in a restaurant filled with other people. We just won’t be some of those people.”
“I don’t know.”
“What if I promised you something in exchange?”
“I’m listening.”
“A goodnight kiss.”
“Are you kidding?”
“That’s already too much. We still have our agreement to think about, here.”
I scoff. “How about a little feel, too?”
“What kind of ‘feel’?”
“First and second base.”
“So bold…” she gasps, teasingly.
“It sounds like a reasonable suggestion to me.”
“What about half a cake instead?”
“What if we just skipped dinner altogether?” I suggest. “I could come to yours. We could have cake for dinner, and…”
“And…?”
“And then I could haveyoufor dessert.”
“That doesn’t sound very fair.”
“It sounds perfectly fair to me.”
“I’m all for equal rights, you know. Equal opportunities.”
