We’re seated for a few minutes when Joel drops down next to me, arms loaded with snacks, a nervous expression on his face. “By the way, I may have lied to Dylan about who the extra ticket was for,” he says, not even offering a hello. His words make the unease I’m trying to bury rise again. Not because I’m worried Dylan won’t be happy I’m here, but because I failed to tell him myself. If roles were reversed, I’d hate the surprise. But he isn’t you. I should have known Joel would try to mess with his head. “Who does he think is sitting in this seat?” I ask. “Lucy.” “Lucy?! Why didn’t you tell
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