Paul
“Remember, we stay for dinner only and we’re out before dessert.” Nava and I were walking through the lobby of Dom’s apartment building.
“We’re already over thirty minutes late. It’ll look bad if we leave before everyone else does. Besides, I want them to like me. Being late already gives off a bad first impression,” Nava said as she pressed the call button for the elevator.
When we were inside the elevator I typed in the access code and then turned to face Nava. “All I’m saying is this has the possibility to be overwhelming. Maybe we can come up with a safe word, that way if either one of us says it we know to get the hell out of there.” To me, this sounded like the perfect compromise.
“Paul, you just spent a month with my family. A few hours with yours isn’t going to hurt eith
