Page 38 of Fostering Chemistry
A voice from the door had us both looking up. We instinctively scooted apart, Aaron hastily putting his arm down. Diego walked into the room, one eyebrow raised, but he didn’t say anything about it. Instead, he came right toward us, pulled the coffee table back a few feet, and sat on it, facing us.
"We need to talk."
"Okay," I said, as Aaron paused the program.
"What episode are you on?"
"Eight, I think," I said, looking at Aaron for confirmation.
He nodded.
"And how long ago did you start this season?"
"A few days ago,” Aaron said mildly.
"And you two are also watching that show with blindfolded contestants on an obstacle course, right?"
"Yes." We hadn’t been able to stop laughing.
"Do you want us to kick in more for the streaming services or something?" Aaron asked.
"No. I want to suggest that at some point, you two might want to get off the sofa. To stop watching other people go on adventures—and go on some of your own."
I laughed. "I don’t think the race is going to come through Haverford."
Diego ignored that. “You two have been watching TV a lot lately."
"Yeah, well, Mia was upset yesterday,” Aaron said.
"I know that. I was there." The look he gave me showed concern. "How are you feeling today?"
"Better. But I hope if I get to talk to Sara next week, it goes better."
"I do too. But that doesn’t change the fact that you two have been sitting here so long you’re starting to grow roots."
"What are we supposed to do?" Aaron asked, a little defensively.
I bit back a grin. He sounded like a little boy whose mom had told him to go outside and play.
"Anything outside this living room, for starters. Hell, go apply forAmerican Adventuresif that’s your thing."
"That’s it!" Aaron said, bolting upright.
"It is?" Diego sounded incredulous.
Was he serious? "I don’t want to be on TV."
"Not that. The campus scavenger hunt."
"Never heard of it,” I said, taking a quick glance at Diego. It looked as if he hadn’t either.
"It’s organized by the student council. We could enter, it’s two people per team.”
“Wait, really?” Did scavenger hunts involve racing or running? I’d never done one.
Diego clapped his hands together, looking pleased. "I think that’s a great idea."
"When is it?" I asked.
