"Brian?"
The man jumped up as soon as I approached, smiling broadly. I returned the smile and leaned in for the customary kiss on the cheek. It was then that I noticed a hint of hesitation in his expression.
"It’s Camden, actually."
Camden? I froze. Then why did I write 'Brian' on my palm to remember? I had thought I was so clever at the time—even though I was still desperately scrubbing it off as the taxi pulled up to the restaurant.
Who was Brian? The pilot? The ice sculptor? Maybe the caterer I needed to contact—
Nope! No work! Remember your promise!
"Camden, right." I tapped my head playfully. "Sorry, I was just on the phone with my brother Brian in the cab."
Great—now I have a brother. I'll need to write that down too.
I flashed an apologetic smile and sat down, subtly showing
