I decided at the last minute to take my car, even though I appreciated Grayson’s offer. My day with Amanda and Megan had made me feel better about tonight. It was just business as usual, but I couldn’t help the pounding feeling in my chest. I decided it was time; I knew Grayson would be on time, that was just the kind of guy he was, but I still hadn’t wanted to risk showing up even a moment before him. The walk to the arena was easy. Orange and yellow banners advertising tonight’s event hung from poles on the sides of buildings lining the streets. The gymnasts’ bodies angled and contorted in effortless, fluid motion, and I began to get excited for the actual event, momentarily forgetting all about Grayson and the potential implications of this date. I saw him almost immediately, which wasn’t hard to believe. He stood taller than most others in the crowd who were huddled against the cold. I pulled my coat around me more tightly, bending my head and keeping the click-click of my heels steady. When I knew I was about ten feet away I raised my head and smiled. He smiled back.
