“You utter sap,” Archie mumbled, before chewing his lip as he stared down at the framed photo I’d wrapped for him. “But I know how much it meant to you,” I teased him, and he turned it around to show the guys. It was me and Archie at our first mini-golf ‘date’ that I hadn’t known was a date. We’d gotten in one of those photobooths and taken goofy pictures. There was a scrawled note included that he’d written when he asked me to go in the first place.
