"Awesome," he says, grinning widely.

"You're awfully pleased."

"I might get a date with a celebrity! Also you're great and I lowkey already have a crush on you."

"I'm not a real celebrity."

"It counts anyway."

"If you say so."

"I do say so! I'm in your fandom!"

"When my mom calls it that I usually correct her to 'readership'."

"Different connotations."

"And different implied celebrity of central feature."

"Fair, fair," he shrugs, grinning. "And I think we're officially out of dessert, now."

"Yeah, I guess we are.'

"When should we see each other again? My date is next week, so possibly the weekend after that?"

"Yeah, that works. Hmmm... we've gone through my best restaurant recommendations... picnic?"

"Picnic sounds great. I could cook us some stuff, it'd be a nice excuse for it. Preferences?"

"Ooh, whatever you consider a specialty, I think."

"Should I tell you now or would you rather be surprised?"

"Surprise me."

He laughs. "Will do."

"Do you know Kasel Park?"

"Yeah, it's pretty there."

"See you there, Sahde."

"See you, Pelape."

And she goes home.

He emails her a few days later, next week:

Soooooooo it would appear that we have a date soon, huh?