I made a beeline to Robbie and sat next to him. “We on for tonight?”
He smiled. “Of course we are.”
“What did Amy say?” I asked. There have been no repercussions about me asking Robbie to the dance. None at all.
“Listen,” he said. “I asked you. I didn’t ask Amy and didn’t consult with her. I will pick you up at seven.”
“I got a really spooky costume,” I said.
“I am going as Tony Romo,” he said.
“He is a football player, isn’t he?” I asked.
Robbie nodded.
“I thought you would go as a scientist or something. You know, from our conversations over the last couple days.” I wondered if his being smart was just a ploy.