She left through Lilith's back door, climbed into the Uber, and headed straight to Noah Lee's house—the boy with the shy smile and too many Star Wars posters on his bedroom wall.
He opened the door like a deer caught in headlights. "W-wow… You look…"
"Different?" she teased.
"Gorgeous," he blurted, face going redder than her lipstick.
They spent the afternoon doing something between watching a movie and pretending to do homework. He made popcorn. She stole his hoodie. They kissed once—maybe twice. Okay, four times. Who's counting?