“Do we have assigned seats or…” I let my question trail off. “We can sit wherever. You pick.” “Outside, perhaps,” I mumble under my breath. “Sure,” he says without missing a beat. He’s scanning the room and fiddling with the cuff of his left shirt sleeve. “We should just skip the whole thing, get drunk, take off all our clothes.” “Mhmm.” His mouth is locked in a tight line. I was so caught up in my own nerves that I didn’t realize Gavin is anxious too. Except his anxiety has nothing to do with me.
