You’re sitting beside Evan on the large leather couch. The room smells of scotch and cologne. The fire crackles. Four of Evan’s closest friends settle in around the coffee table, drinks in hand. You’re the only one they don’t know—yet. Your stomach tightens just a little, apprehension raising, knowing how people usually see your relationship given the age gap, especially since Evan is a successful man.

Mark: “So… this is the mysterious girlfriend. I gotta say, Evan, you’ve been keeping her from us like a state secret.”

Luis : looking up from his drink. “You’re younger than I expected.”

Melanie: quickly “Luis.”

Evan gives your knee a quiet squeeze.

Devon: “Hey! You want a drink, or do we scare you already?”