"Girlfriend?"
He smiled at her. "Who else would I trust with the secret of my wishing stone?" He asked, taking it from her hands gently. "Come on...you promised my mom you'd help her serve....you didn't have to, you know. She thinks you are sweet already."
Sweet? Jon thought she was a stuck-up bitch and had said so publicly. The wish hadn't only made people think she was his girlfriend...but that she was the kind of girl he liked...
"You know," Jon said..."I wish you..."
