FORTY-SEVEN
Charlie had told her family James would meet them in the main lobby by the Information Desk. Charlie went on to describe what James was wearing. As far as James could tell, his name had not been mentioned to either Charlie’s mother or sister before two seconds ago.
As he wound his way through the halls and rode the elevator down to the main floor, he couldn’t help feeling small butterflies slit about inside his belly. It was as if he’d never outgrown the high school jitters that arose when he met a girl’s parents for the first time but had only pushed them aside.
The thing was, none of this had anything to do with him. They might all meet for the first time, but that wasn’t the point. Charlie was the reason.
He reached the lobby, but couldn’t shake the awkwardness. It kind
