“I’m just nervous,” I admitted, then shook my head at myself. Why am I even nervous?
“Gene is probably a bit more freaked out than we are,” Paul whispered, eyebrows raised and the tips of his full lips curling upwards in that ‘are you seriously worrying about that’ smile, dark eyebrows slightly raised. “Especially since we’re running late. Both running late.”
“This is making me even more nervous? Have you seen Gene nervous?! I haven’t! I can’t even imagine —“
“I have seen Gene in every way possible, trust me Lillian.”
“I don’t even want to know.”
Paul laughed, beautiful brown eyes squinting, but I could still hear the slight edge in his voice. I didn’t dwell on the thought though, because he sighed, nodding towards the restaurant. “C’mon, let’s get in there before he gets mad.”