" What you want to do tonight?
I read Daniel's text and respond.
Sorry. Plans.
WTF, puss flap!? No! Me. You. Plans.
Can't. Pretty sure I have a date.
Sky?
Yep.
Can I come?
Nope.
Can I be your date next Saturday, then?
Sure, babe.
Can't wait, sugar. "
― Colleen Hoover , Losing Hope (Hopeless, #2)