Zander Xavier was pacing back and forth across the room. He couldn’t keep still. “Here, you want some more wine?” I asked him. I held out a glass that was filled halfway with red wine and he took it willingly. We were waiting for the signal from the wedding coordinator that we could come out. John, Kieran, and I were sitting calmly inside the room. “Dude, I’m so nervous,” Xavier said again. I had lost count on how many times he has said this during the half an hour that we’ve been here. I shook my head. Xavier was my best man by default; he had won the beer pong tournament at my bachelor party. “You’re not even the groom,” Kieran pointed out, his eyes reflecting utter disbelief at Xavier’s actions. John and I smirked at each other. Xavier downed his third glass of wine.
