The rest of the workshop passes in a blur. I hope my boss doesn’t plan to quiz me on it, because all I’m thinking about is Scott. After lunch, he scooted his chair over a little closer to me and when he sat down, his knee pressed against mine. Anything Mr. Focht said after that was just so much noise I didn’t begin to comprehend.
When we’re finally dismissed, I almost trip in my haste to stand. I have a date tonight. I almost want to shout it out to let everyone know. I’m going out with this hot guy beside me. Every time I think about it, a foolish grin slides across my face.
Before I can fall, Scott pulls my chair out from behind me. “Easy, Jimmy.”
“I’m just glad this is over.” I ignore Mr. Focht’s glare as I follow Scott out into the hall to the elevators. A date, I think. I feel s
