Winnie
We arrive at the magnificent four-bedroom, five-bathroom house in the wealthier part of Los Feliz at least five minutes late.
Chandler lazily walks around the car.
I see curtains move at the Cruze house.
Chandler opens the passenger side door, escorting me out of the car.
He's dressed in a suit, no tie, and a baseball cap.
Usually, I wouldn't care.
However, tonight, I care.
Suddenly, I feel like Chandler's attire represents me and our relationship.
Our relationship happened suddenly. However, it's stable and formal and all those other words that older couples use to describe their decades together.
I wonder how Chandler's parents describe their marriage.
Oh my God, I'm meeting his parents.
"Chandler," I say, motioning to his baseball cap.
He frowns, closing
