But within seconds, Rich looked like he wasn’t feeling well. He muttered an apology and walked away from where everyone was dancing. I followed after him. I tried to remember if he’d eaten something already and could’ve possibly developed some sort of food poisoning. “Your face is all red. Are you okay?” I asked. Rich sank down to sit on the front steps of a store and covered his face. For a split second, I thought he was crying, but then I realized he was laughing hysterically.
