Peter Pan & George Lass
George's face was flaming, which meant it was probably bright red. Fuck.
She liked flirting, and being flirted with. And you'd think she'd be better at it by now. Apparently not. Before she could think of a reply, the bell rang.
George nodded at him. "Me, too," she said. It was definitely the most fun of her five dates tonight. He was surprising, she never knew what he was going to say next.
"We might," she said. She got around Madison a lot, so maybe she'd run into him again. "You enjoy your night, too."