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Ivan felt a blush spread across his cheeks, and as he looked at Zoe Carter, he began to stammer. “I, uh…”
Zoe looked up. “Do you have something to relay to Fargo’s team? Anything wrong with the equipment they made?”
“I, uh. No,” Ivan said, the blush spreading.
“There’s no reason to be shy,” Zoe laughed.
“Stars,” Ivan blurted.
“What?”
“It’s supposed to be a good night for stargazing!” he blurted out.
“Oh, really?” Zoe laughed. “Are you asking me out on a date?”
Ivan’s face turned an even deeper shade of red.
“Oh. You are. You are asking me…”
“Sorry. I didn’t mean.”
“I’d love to go!” Zoe said. “It’s a date.”
“Wait. As in…”
“As in a romantic date.”
Ivan didn’t think his face could get any redder.