There's definitely no turning back now. This isn't the kind of bell you can unring. Sure, if things don't work out they'd still be friends, she's sure. But it'd never be quite the same again.

"'Course we're okay," she says, her eyes dropping to his hand. He's got different hands from David, in a way. His are a little more weathered, and the way he touches her is different. She closes her fingers over his hand. "You think I'd say yes to a date with you if we weren't okay?"