If I didn’t look, I wasn’t there. That was my motto. Someone sat beside me, and I stilled, straightening in my seat and pushing my shoulders back. I knew that scent. Jesus Christ on a cracker, this could not be happening right now. I kept looking at my nails. “If I tell you that you look beautiful, will you throw your glass of water in my face?” he asked, his deep voice tickling my ear.
