I fight a frown. Cooking makes me feel good. It's how I show Dad and Gia I love them. "No. I'll cook."
Gia scrunches her nose. "I'm not in the mood for something vegetarian."
"Something like pizza?" I ask.
"It won't kill you." Dad takes a long sip of his coffee. "It's good for your cholesterol."
"You sound like Mark." She groans.
"Of course I do. Did you see the sandwich she posted on Instagram? The bread was made out of bacon," Dad says.
Gross.
"Oh my God. I'm dating my father. I'm going to marry my father." Gia's nose scrunches.
I do nothing to fight my laugh.
Then it hits me. "Mark is finally proposing?"
She takes a long sip of her coffee. "We're discussing it."
"Really?" They've been dating for ten years now. Since high school. I like Mark. He's a good guy. But he's also… well, they've been dating for ten years and he still hasn't proposed.
"You're too young," Dad says. "You should be like Chloe. Move back in to your room upstairs. Just for a few years. A decade or so."
She laughs hell no. "He wants to ask your permission."
Dad shakes his head.
"He's old-fashioned. It's sweet," she says.
"Take it into your own hands. Propose to him," I say.
"Would you really propose to a guy?" she asks.
"Sure. Why not?" I ask.
"With a ring for him or you?" She looks at me like I'm a science experiment.
"I haven't been on a date in two years—"
"What about today?" she asks.
"What about it?" I ask.
"You went out with someone." She continues staring. "You did. You're blushing."
Dammit. I am blushing.
"You did! Oh my God. You like someone." She claps her hands together. "Who?"
"I do not." I bite my tongue. Gia always believed I had a crush on Dean. I never admitted it. Even to myself. I certainly didn't tell her about our night together.
"Someone at the tattoo shop," she says.
"No."
"Yes."