~HELENA~
"Blue makes you look like a nun," Jason said from the doorway of my bedroom, leaning against the frame with his arms crossed.
At fourteen, he sometimes thinks he's an expert on everything, especially things he knew nothing about.
"It's navy," I corrected, holding the dress up against me in the mirror. "And it's professional. This is a professional dinner."
"With the guy who came to pick us from the safe house?" Jason raised an eyebrow. "The guy who looks like he eats rocks for breakfast but bought us pizza? That's a date, Lena."
"It is not a date," I insisted, though my cheeks were already heating up. I tossed the navy dress onto the bed and looked helplessly at my closet. "It's a... thank you dinner. Because he saved us. And because he felt bad about... everything else."
"Sure," Jason said, rolling his eyes. "Keep telling yourself that. You've been staring at your closet for an hour."
