Next to Maggie and Phil is a couple closer to our age, or perhaps a bit younger, who appear to be silently arguing with each other with exchanged dagger-sharp side glances, crossed arms, and clenched jaws. I decide it’s probably best to not approach them at the moment. “Sorry, I missed your names,” Caleb says directly to the surly couple. “Was it Jai and…?” Let it be known that Caleb, bless his sweet soul, has never once read a room.
