We spent the day shopping, but as the day wore on, I kept falling into silence. We got some lunch in the food court, and Greer sat down at a table across from me. "Okay. What the hell is wrong with you?" she asked. "If you're nervous about tonight, I get it. But don't let your nerves "

"It's not nerves," I said as I looked down at my soda.

She leaned across the table at me, forcing me to look into her eyes. "Then, what the hell is it? You've been acting weird all ...