Stacey wanted to know how long Jack and I had been dating, and kept going on about our obvious connection, and how great that God would bring us together like this. I tried to change the subject, to give her a quick, “We just met, actually, and we’re just hanging out.” But she was resolute. So I endured (and not entirely without enjoying them) a series of wouldn’t-it-be-wonderfuls and speculations on her part about what exactly God was doing and how everything would work out amazingly.
We ran back and took showers and rushed to a little Italian place to meet the gang for dinner. Jack saved me a seat. And that seemed to be the end of our trying to avoid each other.