“Why are you staring off into the goddamn crowd?” I’m silent, working on the laces of my other shoe. “Ohhh, I get it,” Daniels sing-songs. “She’s coming today, isn’t she?” I don’t reply, so he keeps talking. “Are you ready to throw up? Is it making you nervous?” “Would you shut up?” “I can’t. I’m basically your matchmaker now.” “No you’re not.” “Yes I am. Without me, she wouldn’t have gone out with you again.”
