His offer is just as genuine as the last time and I glance up at him, smiling softly. "Thank you," I tell him, hoping he can sense my own sincerity in such a trite response. "Really, that means a lot. And you can come over anytime too, of course. You're always more than welcome, especially if you ever get tired of the pizza and need some real food."

I'm teasing him still, of course, and I can barely contain my smile when I nod in answer to his question. "Well, sort of the same," I tell him. "The skating was really just as friends, but uh. I asked him on a date and he actually said yes. To me, can you believe it?"