I've been sneaky, I swear, but Lilly still found me before I get through the door. With a blue toothbrush stuck in her mouth, she asks with a raised eyebrow, "You're going to the club, on Saturday?"
'Yes' would be a simple and convenient answer and also a lie. Lilly is smart and I am bad at lying, so the most obvious thing to say here is, "Maybe."
"Maybe? What does that mean?" She eyes me from bottom to top. "Why are you dressed so strange? I've never seen you with a hoodie before, and a mask?"
