“What?” she asks, frowning a little. “Should I go change?” I stop laughing, wiping my mouth with my hand, composing myself. I don’t want to make her feel like I’m laughing at her. I’m definitely not. I’m laughing at myself. I’m an idiot, turning her down. “No,” I say, bringing the cigarette to my lips and taking one last smoke before I throw it out the window. My eyes lift to hers. “You look gorgeous,” I say, because why the fuck not. It’s true.
