“Dylan was on his best . . . well, better than usual behavior,” Samantha says. “I’m sorry again we had to cancel on the escape room.” “Don’t worry about it. We have all summer.” Dylan wraps his arms around my shoulders. “Big Ben, we know the escape room is your big ploy to get locked in a room with me for an hour. You don’t need excuses, okay?” “Dude, your girlfriend is right here.” “Oh, please, get him off me for an hour,” she says. Dylan winks. “See, the missus is cool with it.”
