Gaz sighed, running a hand down his face. He rested his hand on his hair, his signature hat missing. He was dressed in a nice tux, shifting on his feet, waiting for you.

Why was he so nervous? You weren’t his actual date to the event. It’s just an act. It’s just an act. That stung more than he thought it would. Gaz didn’t have time to dwell when you opened the door, walking towards him and the limo.