What was the best way to ask a guy out? I considered my options. I could wait until next week and show up at Professor Stanley’s class, pretending it was just some accident that I bumped into Gage. He’d see right through me and I’d feel like a loser.
I could f*******: him, but that’s so millennial pathetic.
Direct texting seemed an improvement, but too detached.
That left the old-fashioned approach—calling. If it worked for my grandparents, then it could work for me.
My palms sweated as I dialed Gage’s number. I stopped before punching the send button, staring at the seven digits.
Practice what you’re going to say one more time. Hey, Gage, it’s Alex. Just thought I’d call you up to see if you wanted to grab a bite to eat or chill. That’s easy, no problems there.
The phone started vib
