“If it’s not a date, then what is it?” Martha asked as Violet got ready for her lunch-date-that-wasn’t-a-date the following day. “Because I’m pretty sure going out with a man is a date. Wait, is he gay? Is that it?”
Violet laughed. “No, he’s not gay. It just isn’t a date. We’re friends.”
“Well, you sure are wearing a nice outfit for a friend.” Martha tittered as she left Violet to finish primping.
It’s not a date if I say it isn’t, Violet kept telling herself even as anticipation simmered in her blood. Running into Ash yesterday had been a disaster, yet when she’d realized that he’d been totally sincere and, God almighty, that he’d been hurt at her running out on him... she couldn’t have been more amazed if someone had told her aliens had landed on her front lawn.
But today was just lu
