TUESDAY
Tuesday hadn't heard a single thing the teen volunteer said about the TeenCenter since they'd started the tour. Her name was Amie Yung. She was so pretty. And her eyes...he'd never seen eyes like hers. So dark they were like black pearls. They were looking at him with a quizzical expression. "Do you like what you see?" she asked.
"Yes," he said. "Very much."
Marissa touched his shoulder. "She was talking about the equipment."
"I like her equipment, too."
Amie laughed.
Embarrassment burned up his neck and his cheeks heated. He wasn't some naive idiot. He'd just turned eighteen last week and he knew more about life than most people did if they lived to be a hundred.
He pried his gaze off Amie and managed to look around the room. Bats, basketballs, tennis rackets...they had stuff for any sport ever played. So what?
"Sports is a big part of the center?" asked Marissa.
