“Neko Case is playing tonight. I know San Francisco isn’t exactly a life-changing trip, but we’re gonna make it feel as epic as possible.” His words didn’t really sink in right away, nor did her eyes focus on the page. It was a printout receipt for concert tickets in San Francisco. For eight o’clock that night. “It’s a thank-you. For the promposal and how awesome you were.” “Dave. These are Neko Case tickets.”
