8. The Blasphemy of Never Being on a Date
Louis
Ragna is neurotic and wouldn’t let things go. To him, I was desecrating the house of God by not having been to a single date. Desecrating the ego of a supernatural being that’s what it truly is because he is planning wildly. He prints out brochures and plans and restaurants and bought binders from the mall to categorize and put color-coded tabs on ones that he likes. There is something wrong with him.
“Don’t you think you’re overdoing this?” I ask him as I drink my glass of water that he shoved towards me the moment that I got out of my room and into the kitchen. He has a habit of doing that, something about looking dehydrated. “It’s just a date”
“Just a date?” He snaps his gaze to me. “Just a date?! JUST A DATE!?”
I scowl. “Pipe down!
