"Don't you want to?"
Atlas always made invitations like joining his family sound as casual as offering her candy. But Lola was starting to get used to it.
"Atlas, this is our first date," she deadpanned. "I don't think it's proper to ask for my hand so soon."
"It's not our first date," he corrected.
Lola paused, brows furrowing as she stopped and watched him walk ahead. "Not the first? When did we…" Her words trailed as she remembered that dinner arranged by the twins. "Hey! That doesn't count! I didn't even know it was a date!"
As she shouted after him, the corners of his mouth hooked up briefly, vanishing when she caught up.
"That doesn't count, okay?" she scoffed. "We need to start with a clean slate."
"Okay."
She blinked at how easily he agreed. "Tonight's our official first date."
"Mhm."
