Silence.
Then:
“…fine.”
At four thirty, I’m standing outside Zane’s building. I’m holding coffee, flowers, and exactly zero chill.
JOSH: Screen ready
Perfect.
Lisa walks into the lobby three seconds later. Also perfect. The screen lights up.
LISA MILLER, WILL YOU GO ON A DATE WITH ME?
She stops walking. Slowly turns. Sees me. Then the flowers. Then the coffee. Then the screen again.
“You did not,” she says.
“I did.”
“This is ridiculous.”
“It’s romantic.”
“It’s public pressure.”
“It’s efficient.”
She laughs.
I step forward and hold out the coffee.
“Hazelnut latte,” I say.“Extra foam. No sugar.”
She takes the cup slowly.
“That’s dangerous.”
“I use my powers responsibly.”
Her mouth twitches.
“You didn’t have to do this,” she says, nodding toward the screen.
“I know.”
“You definitely didn’t have to do the flowers.”
“They’re purple.”
“I noticed.”
“And the car works.”
“I drove it,” she admits.
“And?”
