“Hey, Elliot,” I blurt suddenly. “That Thai place on Amsterdam. Is it still open right now?”
He blinks. “Uh... yeah, I think they’re open ’til eleven. Why?”
“You asked me out, right? Well, I’m free. Right now. Tonight. Let’s go.”
Elliot looks at me. Then at his takeout bag. Then back at me. “You want to go to dinner. With me. Right now.”
I’m already shouldering my purse, closing my door, and turning around. “That’s what I said.”
“But you said you had a deadline on Fri—”
“Forget what I said. I’m saying something different now. Do you want to go or not?”
“I—yes! Yeah! Absolutely, yes.” He’s grinning so wide it looks like it hurts. “Let me just, uh—” He holds up the takeout bag. “Let me throw this in my fridge. Two seconds. Don’t move. Ha! I mean, obviously, move if you want to, it’s
