James:
“Okay,” Tasha said evenly as James lined up his shot. “So you went out with a boy in Oregon-”
“We sorta made out a little, too,” he noted, sending a condensed gust of wind swooshing down the range of the gymnasium. It struck his target dead on, sending it clacking back against the rail along which it moved, built into the far wall of the space. He glanced across the way to make sure his father was still out of earshot.
Tasha scoffed, then returned to setting up her weights.