“Where are you going?”

When I turned around, thinking he had suddenly gone quiet, he was sitting on the bed, staring straight at me.

“Where are you going? ... To his place again?”

His eyes, looking worried but also a little angry, are fixed on me.

To think I'd be worried over by a younger boy, and one who's still in high school at that...

I feel restless that I can't just easily say, “I'm going on a date!”