Lyra paused in the middle of a bite, blinking at the sudden shift in topic. Then she set her fork down and nodded slowly. "Yeah. I actually did. Once."
Riven's eyes lit up with interest. "Oh, really? I had one too—"
They both started talking at the same time, their words overlapping in a jumbled mess of half-finished sentences and competing anecdotes. They stopped, laughed, and then Lyra held up a hand.
"Okay, okay," Lyra said, still grinning. "You first."
Riven smiled, leaning back in her seat. "Alright. So, mine was back in college. University, I mean. We dated for like three months."
"Three months?" Lyra echoed. "That's... not long."
"Yeah, I know," Riven said, shaking her head. "He was sweet, though. Really sweet. Just... way too shy to do anything. We went on dates, hung out, talked for hours. But he could never quite work up the nerve to, you know, make a move."
Lyra raised an eyebrow. "Wait, so you guys never...?"
