HAYDEN

I stood in front of the mirror for the third time that afternoon, tugging at the collar of the button-down shirt I’d dug out of the back of my closet. It wasn’t anything fancy, navy blue with rolled sleeves, but it was the best I could do without looking like I was headed to a wedding. My jeans were clean, my sneakers white. Still, I couldn’t shake the nervous thoughts.

What if her dad thinks I look like a slob?

Jason’s voice echoed in my head from earlier. “Relax, ...