Sinful cravings for my hockey step brother
, "That sounds tough"
When the food arrived, I didn't even wait for him to start. I began shovelling the pasta into my mouth like I hadn't eaten in a week.
“Slow down, Vi! The pasta isn't going anywhere,” Vance laughed, though he looked a little concerned now. He stopped talking about the power play and just watched me. “Seriously, what’s wrong? You’re acting really, really weird.”
“I’m just... nervous,” I said, looking down at my plate. That part, at least, was true. “This is our first actual date, and I really wanted it to be perfect. I think I’m just overthinking everything.”