“CW? Where’s my--”
“Coffee table!” His brother replied, barely looking up from his iPad.
Sawyer nodded, stumbling through his bedroom and out to the living room, returning a minute later with a polka-dotted bowtie.
“Saw? If the Pretty Lady is coming here for dinner, why are you still dressed so fancy? We didn’t even cook super fancy food!”
“Because, C,” Sawyer started, struggling to talk while he tied his bowtie, “This is my third date with Frankie, and it’s the first time she’s coming over to our apartment. She’s... I just like her,” he admitted, glancing down at his watch, “I really like her. And Mom always said put your best foot forward. Believe me. When you’re my age, you’ll remember thi--Fr... Frankie!” He said, surprised to see her reflection in the mirror. He let his arms fall from the bowtie and hurriedly turned around to face her. “I... Hello!”
