★Nathan★
I had spent most of the day replaying the same thoughts over and over again: Cassandra, her mother, the rumors, and the truth that the longer we kept what we had hidden, the more complicated everything became. I knew Cassandra needed space this morning. I also knew she was dealing with the fallout of the dinner disaster in her own way. But I also knew something else. We could not keep hiding forever. By the time evening came, I had made up my mind. I wanted to see her. I wanted to talk to her properly, but I didn’t want to do it in private. I wanted to show her that being with me could be normal. So, I sent her a text and crossed my fingers.
✉Nathan: Hey, Cassy. How about dinner tonight?
✉Cassandra: Hey, that sounds perfect. Your place or mine?
✉Nathan: Actually, I was thinkin
