We eat in silence for a few moments. "This pizza isn't all that bad," I say.
Vick grins. "I hope you're not planning to be a food critic."
"Nope."
"As soon as I graduate, I'm moving to Hawaii, taking some business classes, and setting up a surf shop that serves specialty pizzas. I'll spend my days giving surf lessons."
"Sounds like you've got it all figured out. I can't even decide which colleges to apply to." I'm not sure I even want to go to college at all.
"Somewhere in Ohio," he says.
I narrow my eyes and tilt my head in confusion. "Why Ohio?"
"That's where Isabelle's going. She's already applied for early acceptance to Canyon."
"Good to know." I try - and fail - not to smile. "But what makes you think I'm choosing colleges based on where she's going? I don't think she likes me all that much."
Vick scrunches up his face. "Are you messing with me right now?"
I shake my head.