The car pulled up in front of the banquet hall, and I stepped out, ready to head straight in. A few steps ahead, I realized Oliver wasn't following.Turning back, I found him standing there, looking kind of... out of it."What's wrong?" I asked.He pressed his lips together, then gave me this pointed look. "Most people walk into the banquet arm-in-arm with their date."Oh. My bad. I coughed, feeling a little awkward, then held out my arm. "Alright, let's do this."As we walked, the question popped out before I could stop it. "Have we met before?"He paused, his lips tightening briefly. "Yeah. We went to the same summer camp as kids. Ring any bells?"Summer camp?It took a second, but then I remembered. Oliver Judd. Back then, he had this broody vibe and hair so long it practically swallowed his face.The other kids had iced him out, and that kind of thing always bugged me. So, I made a point to talk to him, and we actually hit it off.Now, looking at him—tall, put-together, a
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