Maya's POV

I blinked, caught off guard by Andrew's question.

A date?

Now?

I looked at him from the back seat, unsure of what to say. Theresa turned to me, eyebrows raised with a sly smile like she had been waiting for this moment.

"I mean..." Andrew chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck, "only if you're down for it. No pressure."

I tried to smile, but my lips barely moved. "We'll talk about it later," I said softly, glancing out the window to avoid meeting his eyes.

Theresa let out a ...