Alex felt awkward for the first time in her twenty-two years. Uncomfortable. Second-guessing everything from her T-shirt to her food choices to the fact that she was probably making a mistake with her career and her whole, entire life. She was second-guessing everything that had brought her to that moment even though Alex didn’t do second guesses. Or second chances. Or second place. Alex didn’t do seconds of any kind. Or, at least, she didn’t use to.
