83 Date Crasher

God, I was a fucking idiot.

I should have planned everything beforehand so that it wouldn't backfire on me afterwards.

Lysander chose not to mess with Leif anymore and followed me to the picnic blanket and sat beside me, both of us facing the tent and giving Leif the privacy he deserved. 

Wait.

Wait a minute. 

Privacy he deserved? I think we had a huge problem to solve. 

Were there any rules regarding no interruptions with the other dates whatsoever?

Leif hadn't answered what he was doing here when I asked him.

Well, of course, he couldn't answer yet. Leif was a horse at the moment, so I had to wait after he was finished with his transformation.

I assume he would be naked while he returned to his human form because I was sure as hell noticed that the horse wasn't wearing any clothes in the first place.

 Lysander and I stared blankly at the forest in front of us in awkward silence.