You and Musa sit in the dining hall by yourselves. All of your friends are at a separate table all giggling like children. "They do know we can see them, right?" You ask. Musa nods.

"I think they know." She says. Then, she looks back at you. "Is this a date?"

"Why would they set us up on a date? We're just friends. Right?" You ask making her nod.

"Right." Musa nods. But, maybe this isn't a date. You do feel nervous every time you're around Musa. Maybe everyone knows it. Everyone except for Musa.