EMILY’S POV.

My face grew hot, and I was thankful for the cover of the night, unless he’d have seen my face color up.

A friendly date? The word ‘friendly’ seemed invisible in my head. Was there such? I thought dates were only meant for lovers.

“John spoke endlessly about you being pretty whenever you blushed. I can’t help but notice the truth in that tonight.” He said, and I colored up even more.

“You can see my face clearly?” I asked, raising a hand to my cheek.

“Don’t forget to add the word ‘friendly’ in your head when you’re thinking of what I said. Because it looks to me...