We’re sitting beside each other, sipping smoothies.
“I’m going to show her,” he tells me. “She keeps making excuses, but I’m going to call her bluff. I’m going to keep asking her out, and then, if she says yes, I’m going to say no.”
“Very mature.” I tell him, and take another sip. “And anyway, if she said yes, you’d go out with her.”
His laugh is a single note. Because it’s true.