Miller
I think I liked it better when I was going to be your designated tall person.
Okay, one more question
We’re staying the night, right?
I figure since the reception is in the evening, we’d be staying over at the B&B/hotel/venue place.
I have a room reserved
I mean, I have *my* room reserved
Miller
Yes
I reserved a room too
Seemed safer than driving back at night
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Tavey
The wedding reception starts at five o’clock in the afternoon. Since the drive from Austin to Saddle Creek is several hours, Miller said he would pick me up at nine, which should give us plenty of time to reach the venue, check in to our respective rooms, and change for the reception. Since Mathew and Geeta have booked the entire venue, they arranged early check-in for all the guests, so we’ll be able to get into our rooms at noon.
I’m glad Miller had already reserved a room at the venue, also. Yes, I could have canceled my room if he’d wanted to drive back after the reception, but I am glad I don’t have to wear my costume on the drive. I totally would have because … well, any excuse to make and wear a costume!
This is easier.
Verifying that we were both staying (and in separate rooms!) was only slightly excruciating and involved only marginal foot-in-mouth moments. But, let’s face it, I’ve known Miller long enough that my ability to ramble my way into a conversational corner should no longer surprise him.
My apartment is on the third floor and, like all apartments in Texas, there are no elevators. It’s safer than a first floor apartment (according to Cosmo and myTaekwondo instructor). But, I never expect anyone to walk up all those steps.
So I told Miller to text when he arrived and I’ll come down.
I’m ready by eight-thirty—which in and of itself is shocking. Even though I’m an early riser, I’m never ready on time, let alone early!
I knowwhyI’m ready early. It’s nerves. Inexplicable, confusing nerves.
I know, logically, I shouldn’t be nervous. After all, today could mean nothing.
Miller offered to drive to the wedding venue as a matter of convenience, nothing more.
It’s certainly not a date. Unless it is a date.
Do I wish it were a date?
Yes, probably. Definitely.
But Miller doesn’t know that I have a crushon him. He’d be horrified. Yes, we’re work friends. But nothing more. So there is absolutely no reason for me to be nervous.
Despite that, I’ve had a knot of anxiety in my stomach for the past couple of weeks. A knot that no amount of costume-planning has dissipated.
I’m mostly ready and pacing with my phone in my hand, waiting for his text, when there’s a knock on my door.
