“What's purple mean?"Adrian put his hand on the door. "Gotta go, Sage. Dont want to keep Dorothy waiting”

“Sage,” Adrian declared. “These hands don’t do manual labor.”

“Cool',” said Adrian. “'Wind.’ I see what you did there, Sage. Pretty clever.”

“Is Adrian here?”“Who?”“Adrian. Tall. Brown hair. Green eyes.”She frowned. “Do you mean Jet?”“I … I’m not sure. Does he smoke like a chimney?”The girl nodded sagely. “Yup. You must mean Jet.”

“I don't suppose you offered to help?""Sage," Adrian declared. "These hands don't do manual labor." He knocked another ball into a hole. "You want to play?""What? With you?""No, with Clarence." He sighed at my dumbfounded look. "Yes, of course with me.”

“Really, Sage? A date?”I sighed. “Yes, Adrian. A date.”“A real date. Not, like, doing homework together,” he added. “I mean like where you go out to a movie or something. And a movie that’s not part of a school assignment. Or about something boring.”“A real date.”

“Nice blouse, Sage,” Adrian told me, deadpan. “It really brings out the khaki in your pants.”