Doug was blushing a little, but it might be hard for Betsy to tell with the way he dropped his head and scratched his cheek. Hearing Betsy's praises was really different from other people - not that he didn't appreciate other people's compliments. But he felt like he was making progress with her.
He pulled out his phone too and flipped through his calendar. Always an organizer at heart, his dates were filled with homework deadline and TV schedule. "The weekend is always good. Except for this coming one. I have a tournament. How about next Saturday? Is that good for you?"