Sage held my hand tighter as we pulled off the garage of Uncle Henderson’s house. I looked at him and was shocked to see how tensed he is sitting right next to me inside the car.
I smiled at him.
He smiled back awkwardly. “Do I look okay?” he asked as anxiety and nervousness is so evident in his voice.
I looked at his dark blue button down long sleeve shirt and his pair of dark jeans. He looked fine. To be honest, he doesn’t have to ask me because he looks fine to me every time. I would just give him a biased opinion.
But to satisfy his anxiety, I replied, “You look good.”
He took a deep breath. “Thank you.” He replied as he calmed himself.
I smiled and held his face, making him look at me with a frown. “What are you so nervous about?” I asked. “Uncle Henderson and his family a
