"Let's go on a date this weekend."

"…"

The clubroom fell into an abrupt silence.

There was a clatter as the dessert fork fell from Leona's hand, smearing cake onto the table. Rosaria’s plate tilted, causing her piece of cake to topple over. But no one paid any attention to that. They were all focused on Priscilla, who stood confidently in front of me. The reactions were due to two reasons.

The first was that someone was trying to disrupt the delicate balance that had unexpectedly formed around me. The second was that the first person to do so was …