"What important thing does he have to tell you at 5:30 on a Friday?"

"I don't know, but let me just check."

"Oh my gosh. Fine, pick it up."

I answer the phone and head outside because it's a little noisy in the bar.

"Hey, how's it going?"

"I was just about to ask you that," he says in his deep, smooth voice. "What's going on?"

"Um, we just got to the first bar. Lila got tequila shots, and then we're gonna do lemon drops and then go to the next bar."

"Oh, so you're having fun?"

"I am, thank you."

"And you're not missing me at all?"

"Oh my gosh, Liam!"

"What? I didn't even get to see you tonight."

"Yeah, because you knew I was going out and?—"

"And well, I would have liked to have seen you."

"Um, you'll see me tomorrow."

"You mean you're not coming over to my place afterward?"

"No. I told you, we're gonna have a sleepover."

"Bah humbug," he says.

"Why are you sounding like Scrooge?"

"Because I wanna see you. I miss you."

"Um, really?"

"Yeah, but I suppose I still want you to have fun tonight."

"Thank you."

"You know, I was thinking."

"What were you thinking?"

"I was thinking that maybe when we go to Italy, we go to Florence for the ball and take a trip to Tuscany and visit some vineyards."

"Oh, that would be cool."

"Yeah. I know you like wine, and I figured if we're gonna be in Italy…"

"That sounds good to me."

"Great! And I was also thinking?—"