"Are you okay?" Carolina asks me with a panicked facial expression

"No, it just hit me that I'm going on a date with Charlotte" I say as I continue to pace in front of her

"Seriously, that's what you're worried about?!" She asks in disbelief

"She's my best friend" I say as if that's validation enough

"Okay, so what?" She asks

"Best friends aren't supposed to go on dates with each other" I exclaim

"Best friends also aren't supposed to make out with each ...