I wasn't ready for it. Even though I was, I wasn't. I'd be a liar if I said it hasn't been on my mind the last few weeks. I'd be a liar if I said I hadn't gotten my hopes up, just a little.

I've done this once. It should be old-hat, by now. Boring, even. But it's not. I try to keep calm, looking back and forth between the two of them, Tom's red face and Mike obviously trying not to laugh. Of fucking course. It couldn't be any other way.

Turning to look at Flo, I say, "I dunno. What do you think?"