“I don’t understand,” he says after looking around at the Lobster and Co. sign on the old wooden shack we’re standing in front of. “Happy birthday, Will,” I say with a small smile. He turns to me, eyes wide. “You always said you wanted to try the whole lobster fishing experience, so, um, here we are.” He doesn’t answer right away, and I feel my smile dimming. What if he did try it in the past five years and now my idea looks stupid? “Are you serious?” he asks. My throat bobs. “Well, yeah.” Then, and only then, does his face split into a giant beam. “Thank you, V. So much.”
