Gavin’s body tenses at my request to find out more about him. He was clear earlier that he didn’t want me to talk about his acting, but this is a first date and I’ve already rambled on enough. I want to know more about him and he’s the one who mentioned not being a good son.
“I don’t call or visit enough. I don’t take the roles they think I should.” He gulps down some of his water. “My mom guilt-trips me.”
“Where do they live?”
“They’re back in California. Probably will never leave.”
“And you’re an only child?”
He nods, sipping his water again, clearly uncomfortable talking about his parents.
I touch his arm. He doesn’t retract like I did in the truck. “I want you to know that I’m not going to tell anyone anything you tell me. I’m not a gossipy person. You can trust me.”
“Thanks. Bu
