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Avery
Scamp seemed to sense the significant nervous energy in the room as he raced around Gage’s apartment like a little madman. Over the past several weeks, I had practically moved into Gage’s place, so we were sharing the bathroom to get ready for our big date.
My stomach turned flip-flops as I leaned in to apply a second coat of black mascara.
Gage, too, seemed to be taking extra care in getting ready as if he knew that tonight was destined to be more monumental than a simple date-night. We’d both been so busy lately between my bar exam prep and his work to get Flower Power ready to open, it felt like we’d barely seen each other.
Our conversation was stilted during the drive. Even after we were seated at our romantic corner table at Seasiders, the fanciest restaurant within fort
