“What moment?”

He gave her a look. “The mention of your sixteenth birthday.”

“Oh, that.”

“Yeah, that.”

“Nothing.”

An expression of disbelief crossed his face.

“Okay, fine. We kissed. It was only the one time, and he only kissed me because I told him that old saying was true about me.”

“What old saying?”

“Sweet sixteen and never been kissed,” she replied sheepishly.

“So he did something about it.”

“Yeah.”

“Because he liked you.”

Skylar shrugged. “I don’t know if he ever really liked me.”

“He did.” Franky smirked. “He does. I can tell.”

“We don’t even know each other anymore.”

“That doesn’t mean he’s not into you.”

“I think you’re wrong.”

He shook his head. “I’m not.”

“How do you know?”

“I’m a guy. I just know.”

They were quiet for a few minutes as they watched the movie.

“Are you interested in him?” Franky suddenly asked.

Skylar was confused. “Why all the questions about Luca?”

He shrugged.

“Why, Franky? Why do you care if Luca and I are interested in each other?”

“Because at least one of us should be getting lucky this weekend.” He chuckled.

She stared at him with a straight face until he looked at her. “Don’t do that. Don’t make jokes. Be serious for once.”

“I just feel … protective of you, I guess.”

“And that’s the only reason?”

He glanced down. “Yeah, what else would it be?”