"Probably, yeah." She's still annoyed that this is in a high school curriculum but she's fully capable of hiding annoyance at lesson plans; she tries to figure out a way to ask if the stories in lit are always like that without revealing that she's only experienced one day of the class. 

"Maybe we can go out for ice cream tomorrow afternoon? At, um, one maybe?"

"Sounds like a plan!" Raine says, and she has not seen anyone else doing cheek kissing so she's not going to even though she bets she can get Lee to make a very cute face about it. 

"Do you mind if I steal her for the next dance?"

Lee ABSOLUTELY DOES mind actually.

"I'll see you tomorrow," she tells Lee, and then turns to Anthony and smiles. 

For the rest of the night, Anthony dances with her more than he dances with anyone else. Lee continues lurking by the snack table. Lots of boys flirt with her. 

She will flirt right back with them, in the extremely gender way that girls here do that, and she will continue to flirt with Anthony in her usual way since he seemed to appreciate it, and at the end of the night she will go home and flop on the bed that is apparently hers and try not to worry that she's going to wake up and be back at camp. 

When she wakes up, the world is still in black and white, she still has a closet full of dresses, and her mother has made her a huge stack of pancakes. 

"Have any plans for today?" her mother asks. 

No but I might go for a walk later. 

"I'm meeting Lee this afternoon." To work on a project. To study. For tutoring. She doesn't say any of those things because she doesn't know the landscape well enough to competently lie yet, and also because her parents are observably treating the idea of her dating a boy very very differently here, but mostly the first thing. 

"Oh, that's nice!" her mother says. "He's a sweet boy. What are you planning to do?"

Sharing details of her life with adults is horrible and she hates it. 

"Go out for ice cream." 

"That sounds fun," her mom says. "Don't forget to get your chores and your homework done this weekend. I know boys are fun, but your education is going to pay off for the rest of your life."

It's kind of not, since apparently girls here become homemakers and presumably boys do not choose their spouses by what grades they got, but she's not going to say that. 

"I won't. Forget, I mean." 

She's going to play around with makeup for a few hours half for the fun of it and half to experiment with working in all-greyscale, and when it's time to meet Lee she will.... leave her house in an attempt to do that? Hopefully if she's just sort of standing in the front yard he will come and meet her. 

When she leaves the house, Lee is there waiting to pick her up.

 "You look really pretty."

"Thank you!" 

Raine has no idea where anything is and will just follow Lee's lead as regards them getting to wherever one gets ice cream? 

One gets ice cream at the soda fountain! According to the menu, it sells some things Raine recognizes (fountain sodas, milkshakes, ice cream, banana splits, burgers, sandwiches, french fries) and some things she does not (chocolate malteds, egg creams, ice cream sodas). The sodas cost six cents; a scoop of ice cream, a nickel; a burger, a princely fifteen cents. 

In general, the soda fountain resembles something out of a fifties nostalgia flick: the black-and-white checkered floor, the chrome swivel stools in front of the long counter, the plastic diner seats full of girls in poodle skirts and guys in leather jackets. (Anthony is one of the guys with a leather jacket; he waves to Raine.) Elvis Presley croons on the jukebox. 

Lee is far too anxious to say anything on the walk over. "What do you want?" he asks. 

The idea of liking food still feels weird but, in fact, food sounds good.  (She waves back at Anthony and does her best to get over how bizarre everything is.) 

"A vanilla milkshake and fries to share?" 

He orders and pays for both of them and is internally disappointed that she doesn't want the burger and he can't show off his generosity.

When they sit at a booth he says, "I'm not very good at. Um. Talking? But I like listening to you talk?"

"I can talk!" She considers several topics, such as 'what the fuck is going on with my life,' 'why is there so much gender all over everywhere,' 'why are all the adults here so weird,' and 'are lit and history class always like that,' discards them on the basis that they're probably not a great idea, and settles instead on a summary and discussion of The Witches by Roald Dahl, which she borrowed from a bunkmate and (thankfully) finished last week. 

At the conclusion of The Witches Lee has a visibly shocked expression on his face. 

"...I've never read a story like that."

"...like... which part of it?" 

He opens his mouth and closes his mouth and finally says, "there are things in it that aren't real?"

What. 

Raine is VERY SURE that the concept of fantasy and science fiction had been invented by the 1950s. What would it even mean -- does this place not have mythology, or fairy tales, or, hell, religion -- 

".....do you want to hear more stories that have things in them that aren't real?" 

"...yes? Are they all scary like that?"