She sighed, and I rubbed my hand up and down her arm. I hated seeing her like this, anxious and uncertain.
“I don’t even know how to describe him.”
“Try.”
“He’s the most charming, friendly, funny guy you’ve ever met.” Her tone was contemplative, and I wished I could see her face. “He’s everyone’s best friend and so passionate about life. Everything is more fun with him around. He’s the life of the party.” Her voice changed to a more hesitant tone. “And he has all these big ideas.”
She paused, and I waited.
“Did I tell you that my parents had a restaurant when I was a kid?”
“No,” I murmured into her hair. “You didn’t.”
She nodded. “They did. My mom always wanted to have a restaurant, my grandparents had one for a bit and she loved it. She saved all her money, worked two jobs when I w
