"Prom only happens once in your life, Reid," Tabitha said, leaning closer. "It'll be fun."
Reid finally looked up, giving her a skeptical stare. "Statistically speaking, prom is not an enjoyable experience for at least forty percent of attendees due to social anxiety, bad music, overpriced tickets, and cheap food."
Tabitha rolled her eyes. "Okay, Professor Buzzkill. But that still leaves sixty percent having a great time. And since I'll be with you, your odds are even better."
Reid narrowed his eyes. "That's not how statistics work."
"That's exactly how statistics work when I'm involved," she shot back. "Now, stop overthinking it. We're going."
Reid hesitated, but Tabitha caught the tiniest hint of a smile on his lips. "Fine," he muttered. "But if it's terrible, I reserve the right to say 'I told you so' for the rest of my life."
"Deal," Tabitha said with a wink. "Now, let's just hope you can dance."
"No promises," Reid deadpanned.
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