“If it’s good enough for you, it’s good enough for me,” I said, reaching for my duffel bag. “Mind if I change?” She had looked so pretty in her flowy sundress, and I didn’t want to look like a schlub in front of her and her friends. Because for some reason... it mattered. She was right. If we’d be working together, it would be good to start things off on the right foot. And if there was one thing I learned from my sister, Liv, it was that if you didn’t pass the girlfriend test, you wouldn’t be making much progress with the kind of girl that mattered.
