She wanted to scream in frustration. She was so nervous she could vomit and even an afternoon of motocross hadn’t soothed the ache of trepidation at her date with Diarmid. She admitted she’d been nervous of her date with Stavros too and she’d wanted to cancel that other date like mad, but this felt a hundred times worse and yet, she didn’t want to cancel. She wanted this date so bad it hurt her chest. Every teenage fantasy of Diarmid taking her out was spiraling through her mind like a swarm of wasps poking and pricking her subconscious with flair.
Chyna’s text saying “embrace it all” was too much like an inspirational poster in a dental office and she wanted to call her and tell her to give her better words of wisdom than this, but Diarmid was due any moment.
She looked in the mirror on
