Watching Sara storm away from us my head felt like it was spinning. I looked to Presley and saw nothing but sj=hock upon her face, and truth be told, I don't think I could blame her. From being on such a high to feeling I was on a sudden low. My gut twisted with anxiousness. How did Sara come to those conclusions? None of it made sense. She was a friend, and nothing more. She had been an addition to an extended friend group in my teens. So, yes, she had been around me for a number of years. And with me not choosing to date often, her cousin, Adam, a close friend of mine, had suggested after far too many drinks one evening a few weeks before I went to college that I go on a date with her. Suggesting a date may be good for me, and countless drinks down, I agreed. So, I did go on the date, th
