“No, this is great,” I told him, glancing around the café’s brightly lit dining room. It was one of those places where we ordered at a counter and then brought a number to our table. “I’d rather be early, anyway.” He’d paid for all of our food. I tried to make sense of the dating rules my friends had bombarded me with. “What do I owe you for my ticket?” I asked tentatively.

Brayden looked surprised. “Nothing. It’s on me.” He smiled tentatively back.

“Thank you,” I said. So, he was paying. That would make Kristin happy, although it made me a little uneasy—through no fault of his. With the Alchemists, I was always the one picking up the bills and handling the paperwork. I wasn’t used to someone else doing it. I guess I just had trouble shaking that feeling that I had to take care of everything because no one else could do it right.

Academics had always been a breeze for me. But at Amberwood, learning how to hang out with people my own age in a normal way had been a much more difficult task. I’d gotten better, but it was still a struggle trying to figure out the proper things to say to my peers. With Brayden, there were no such problems. We had an endless supply of topics, both of us eager to put forth all we knew on anything and everything. Most of the meal was spent discussing the intricacies of the organic certification process. It was pretty awesome.

Trouble came when, as we were finishing up, Brayden asked if I wanted to get dessert before we left. I froze, suddenly in a dilemma. Jill had said to make sure I ordered enough to not come across as a cheap date. Without even thinking about it, I’d ordered an inexpensive salad—simply because it sounded good. Was I now on the hook to order more so I’d seem like someone Brayden had to work for? Was this worth breaking all my own rules about sugar and dessert? And honestly, what did Jill know about dating etiquette anyway? Her last boyfriend had been homicidal, and her current one was oblivious to the fact that she was a vampire.

“Uh, no thank you,” I said at last. “I’d rather make sure we get to the park on time.”

He nodded as he rose from the table and gave me another smile. “I was thinking the same thing. Most people don’t seem to think punctuality is that important.”

“Important? It’s essential,” I said. “I’m always at least ten minutes early.”

Brayden’s grin widened. “I aim for fifteen. To tell you the truth… I really didn’t want dessert anyway.” He held the door open for me as we stepped outside. “I try to avoid getting too much sugar.”

I nearly came to a standstill in astonishment. “I totally agree—but my friends always give me a hard time about it.”

Brayden nodded. “There are all sorts of reasons. People just don’t get it, though.”