I keep eating my sandwich, smiling a little when Jinx wanders back over to beg for some more scraps before giving up with a put-upon sigh, collapsing onto her side at our feet.

"Okay," I agree because I still have no idea what he has in mind, but I know I can trust him. It'll be fun, whatever it is. Maybe fun enough to pull me out of from under this cloud for a few minutes. I'm still not sure how I feel about staying in his apartment over night, but I'm not sure I can get out of it without telling him everything. He can detect when I'm lying.

So instead I just paste on another smile and take a deep breath. "Will I need my skates?" I ask, and it's possible I may be trying to find out exactly what it is he has in mind.