[Kathy]
Wayne had invited me as his plus-one to a dinner hosted by the city's sports council.
The dinner turned out to be a bigger deal than Wayne let on.
"It's just a dinner," he'd said when he picked me up, dressed in a blazer, his hair well gelled backwards, with just a few strands hanging at his forehead. It made him look older, sharper, less like the guy who threw hacky sacks outside lecture halls to annoy me.
"You're wearing a tie."
He snickered.
"You made it sound like it was something casual," I said. "Good thing I didn't take your word for it."
I was rocking a red dinner gown, and heels. My hair and makeup all done.
"Good for you. And PS, I said it was a dinner. Didn't say casual."
The venue was at an auditorium.
String lights crossed the ceiling above round tables cover
