(Dane)
She was still leaning against me when I said it.
"I'm taking you to the beach tomorrow."
Cassidy lifted her head and looked at me.
"What?"
"The beach," I said. "You and me. Tomorrow."
She stared at me for a second like she was waiting for the catch.
"You're serious," she said.
"Yeah."
"You hate the beach."
"I don't hate it."
"You said sand gets everywhere and it's pointless."
"I said that once."
"You say it every time it comes up."
I looked at her.
"Do you want to go or not?"
She sat up properly and turned to face me and I could already see it on her face. The particular look she got when something caught her off guard in a good way and she was trying not to make it a bigger deal than it was.
She was failing.
"Yes," she said. "Obviously yes."
"Good."
"When did yo
