Emma glanced over at him. “Nervous?” “Yeah,” he admitted. Emma nodded. “Me too.” “Really? But you seem so—” “Calm and collected? I’m an overweight junior high student who hasn’t done anything more than kiss another girl on the cheek. I’ve never met another lesbian in my life, as far as I know, and I have absolutely no idea what to expect. The confidence thing? That’s called attitude and it’s my armor.”
