“How are you when meeting parents?” he asked, curious. “I imagine they love you.” “Are we stalling?” I asked. “We are absolutely stalling,” he said. “Should we leave?” I asked. “We could get out of here and go get some tacos and then have shower sex. We haven’t had that yet.” He laughed. “You make a very compelling case, but no, we’re not going to leave. We’re here. We can do this.” He opened his door first. I was still sitting inside when he walked around the car and opened my door. “It will get easier after this,” he promised again.
