Tosh could scarcely believe what she was hearing. She looked at Owen uncertainly.
“I’m sorry, Owen, would you mind repeating that? I’m not sure I heard you correctly.”
“Oh, um, well, I said, uh, I was just wondering, would you like to have dinner with me Friday night? Provided the Rift doesn’t fuck everything up and the world’s not ending, I mean. Unless you have other plans. Shit, I’m useless at this! I knew I’d...”
“Owen,” Tosh broke in, “I’d love to have dinner with you.”
“You would? Really?”
Tosh nodded, smiling.
“I was beginning to think you’d never ask.”