Imagine: Reggie insisting that you go on a date with him.
"Geez don't you ever not have to study?" Reggie says with a sigh.
"I didn't say I have to study. If you must know, I have a surgery... it's for my brain that night. So I don't know when I would have time to go on a date with you," I lie and watch as a smug look crosses over his face.
"I know a good time for the date," he announces, shifting forward in his chair.
"When?"
"Y'know, like, after your fake surgery"