“I thought about it for like a second, but no, I don’t. I don’t even think he likes Heath Hall movies.” I shook my head. “But that’s not what I meant. I was going to tell you about . . .” I stopped because Amelia had just pulled into the parking lot and I saw someone standing there in a suit. “DJ.”

“I invited him,” Amelia said.

“And he came?”

Amelia wiggled her eyebrows. “Apparently, he’s not completely out of my league and doesn’t have a problem with the whole dog-years thing.”

“He is . . . I was going to tell you about him.”

“About DJ?”

“Yes. This is going to be very awkward.” I hadn’t talked to him since our uncomfortable exchange outside the locker room.

She parked and turned off the car. “Why? DJ’s great. So what happened?”

“I’ll have to explain later,” I said because DJ opened her door. I swallowed down the hurt I still felt over what he’d said to me yesterday and I pulled my door open. I didn’t have a problem pretending things were fine. I’d had lots of practice.

“Hey, Hadley,” DJ said with a small smile, like he was still trying to apologize. “Amelia said the whole swim team was coming tonight but you two are the first I’ve seen.”

I raised my eyebrows at Amelia. “Doesn’t have a problem with dog years?”

She waved her hand at me, then said to DJ, “I said the whole swim team might come tonight. I guess I was wrong.”

Amelia bounced up and down as we walked toward the entrance. “I’m so excited for the museum tonight.”

“I didn’t realize you had such an appreciation of art,” DJ said, clearly oblivious to what our true mission was.

“We do,” I assured him. “Very much so.”

“How do you say art in Spanish?” Amelia asked.

“La arte. El artes. It all depends on how you use it in a sentence.”

There were a few people waiting to get in at the entrance ahead of us. The sound of the waves crashing just beyond the building reminded me that it had been a while since I’d been to the beach.

“If I push my way through them, will we get kicked out?” Amelia whispered.

An older woman looked over her shoulder at us and we both stifled laughs. When we finally made it inside, we all stopped in the entrance. Huge jellyfish hung from the ceiling three stories up, their tentacles dangling nearly to our level.

“Is it an underwater theme?” Amelia asked.

I looked at my ticket. “It doesn’t say.”

As we stood in the lobby, looking up at the three floors above us, I felt like I was in a fishbowl. Not just because of the circular shape of the museum and pale blue walls but because people on each floor stood at the gleaming silver railings, staring down.