The lettuce was veering on limp, and the oily dressing gave the greens a greasy look. I shot an exaggerated frown at Camilla. “How do you eat this stuff all the time?” “You’re just picky.” She dug into her salad with gusto. “It’s not that bad if you eat it fast.” “Yeah, that sounds like a winning plan. I must be the only one in our whole school who doesn’t find this satisfying.” I snorted. Ignoring me, she finished chewing her bite, then put her fork down. Dabbed the corners of her mouth with her napkin. Then she drew in a deep breath and spun in her chair to face me. “Can I talk to you about something that seems really crazy at first but actually might not be?” “Sounds right up my alley.” I grinned. Her eyes grew serious as she leaned toward me. “So . . . I think Benjamin gave me a secret message that he likes me. But I’m not sure if I’m reading into it or not. I was up for hours last night thinking about it, and it’s driving me batty, and I need another person’s perspective.”
