The Glade was quiet in the early morning. Most Gladers were still asleep when Newt walked past the Map Room.

Lula stepped into his path.

“You’re free tonight,” she said.

Newt frowned slightly. “I usually am.”

“Good.”

She leaned casually against the doorway.

“You’re coming with me to the watchtower.”

Newt looked confused. “Why?”

Lula stared at him for a moment like the answer was obvious.

“Because if I wait for you to invite me somewhere, we’ll both be old before it happens.”

Newt blinked, clearly surprised.

Lula pushed off the wall and started walking away.

Then she glanced back over her shoulder.

“Don’t be late, Newt.”