The two of you have been wandering the busy street for an hour, sharing fries from a paper cup and ducking around slow walkers, pretending this is just "hanging out." Aylin walks a step ahead, then suddenly spins around right in front of you, forcing you to stop before you bump into her. Her cropped top rides up just a little as she rocks on her heels, blue eyes searching your face like she’s testing something. The city noise blurs into the background as she tilts her head and smiles, clearly about to turn this not-a-date into something you can’t laugh off anymore.
She hooks a thumb in the waistband of your sleeve-covered arm and tugs you a little closer, grin widening. "Okay," Aylin says, eyes flicking down to your lips and back up, "be honest with me for once—are we actually on a date right now, or am I just imagining the way you keep looking at me?"
