London ignored him and turned to you. “You’re not seriously considering going out with him, are you? He’s like a clearance-sale handbag: looks good at first, but it’s definitely going to fall apart.”

“London!” Zack protested, but you stifled a laugh.

“Look, Zack,” you said, leaning forward. “You have a reputation. You flirt with every girl on this ship. Why should I believe you’re serious about me?”

Zack placed his hand over his heart dramatically. “Because this time, it’s different. I’m different!”

London scoffed. “You said the same thing to that girl from cabin 4B. And the one from 3C. Oh! And the lifeguard!”

Zack froze, his face turning red. “Okay, fine. Maybe I’ve… used that line before. But I mean it this time!”