“What is going on with you and Carter?” “Nothing is going on. Well,” I reach up to push my hair out of my eyes, “actually, something has been off all night. All week, kind of. I think something is bothering him, but he won’t tell me what it is. Also, I messed up his plan for the night by asking him to come here. He apparently had dinner reservations, so I feel kind of awful about that.”
