Chapter 18It was weird to dress up for a cooking class, right?
Not that Elliot was exactly dressed up. Not like for a job interview or anything. But he was wearing his best jeans and a nice shirt that Micah hadn’t seen, and if he’d taken some extra time to make sure he was showered and his hair was combed, well, he wanted to look nice for the last day of class.
Right.
It had nothing to do with begging forgiveness, hoping to make a good impression, and trying to look (and feel) more like a grown-up for when the probable rejection happened.
Fuck, that kind of talk wasn’t helping.
Elliot grabbed his coat, hat, and scarf, and headed for the bus stop, although the hat ruined his neatly done hair and the rest covered his specially chosen outfit, which meant he wouldn’t be making a grand ent
