Even as I asked the question, I already knew the answer.
Or at least, I thought I did.
The answer felt painfully obvious. It was sitting right in front of me, close enough that I could practically reach out and grab it, yet for some reason I still found myself asking anyway.
Maybe I was nervous.
Maybe I was apprehensive.
Maybe I simply didn't want to be the one who said it out loud.
Whatever the reason was, the words just refused to leave my mouth. Every time I thought about saying them, they seemed to get stuck somewhere between my brain and my tongue.
Tris, meanwhile, looked completely unbothered.
In fact, she looked like she already knew exactly what was going through my head.
She smiled knowingly.
"We're the ones scheduled for tonight."
Then she winked.
Actually winked.
I almost couldn't believe it.
The woman genuinely had no shame whatsoever.
Not even a little.
