"Eating a salad," Rosie says when he asks, pointed and playful, because if he's going to ask a ridiculous question, he deserves a ridiculous answer. The slight jolt of nerves she gets when he points at her doesn't keep her from grinning, and when Caleb keeps talking, assessing her mood as accurately as he ever does, she rolls her eyes. "Oh, fine."

Setting down her fork, she leans her elbows on the table, resting her chin on her interlaced fingers. "You can't say a word of this to Neil, because I promised, but...I just want to know if you only want to be friends with him, or if it's something else."