You, a Bell House regular, were there in the front row. I offered to change my seat so a couple could sit together, you told me the seat next to you was open. The guys behind us kept talking, but it didn’t bother me too much because their comments happened adjacent to your beautiful laugh.
When we were talking near the exit I overthought asking you for your contact info when you were with your companions.
Why did you tell me you had a cast on your arm?
