"I'm sorry, what did you say?" Maddy enquired with wide eyes and her mouth agape.
"He invited me to a dinner," I repeated my words.
"With Jordan Parker? A dinner... with Jordan Par-- Oh, my God." she closed her open mouth by covering it with her palms as she tried her best to control a shriek.
"Should I frame it again for you? Perhaps in a language that you'd understand? I wonder what that might be," I paced back and forth around the living room of our apartment.
"I'm just trying to comprehend. What changed in the past week? Wasn't he insufferable?" her nose wrinkled in confusion.
I stopped pacing and looked at her. "He still is!"
"Then--"
"A DINNER Madison!" I yelled. "Jordan Parker wants to eat dinner with me after being an impertinent ass to me all this while he just casually said, 'Dinner at 8. I'll pick you up.' 'I'll pick you up'???? What does that even-- Why?"
