“What?” He looks confused, but not drunk. That’s good. It’s probably still his first drink. I got to him early.

I laugh. There’s enough nervous energy in me right now to do that. Why is there so much nervous energy? That doesn’t make much sense. “You look forlorn,” I say. There I go, using that freaking word again. “And I was wondering why.”

He laughs. He’s got a nice laugh. It’s very honest. I wonder if my laugh is that honest. I’ve never really ...