I nod, and slide out of the booth we're seated in, waiting for him to do the same.

I almost asked if he was allowed to take off, since he seemed to be working when I got here. But I don't really care about his job, or the restaurant, or this damn party.

I care about him. I care about him and me.

I'm going to do everything I can to make sure we're both happy.

Taking his hand once he's standing, I lace our fingers, and move with him to the door.