The next day I called him at recess from the schoolyard, with my friends gathered around, all trying to listen into the receiver—the way high school girls do. He asked me on a date, and the following Friday, I picked him up from his job at the surf shop after school. We went to dinner and a movie in a trendy suburb of Melbourne, and I spent the whole night falling in love with his ocean-blue eyes, scraggly hair, and older-than-me-ness. At the end of the night, I drove him home, and he asked me to come in. Wanting to seem grown up, I said yes.