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Nate
I knew the game was done, and people were starting to leave even before the time ran out. Matteo’s team won by a last-minute touchdown, so the local fans weren’t happy. Matteo would be, but I wanted to get a start on heading out for the restaurant. But I was also feeling like a shithead over Quincey’s feelings, so I needed to try to do something.
I texted Dierek.
Me: Do you have your own car? Or do you want a ride to the restaurant with us?
Dierek: I took an Uber here. A ride over would be nice, then I could talk more with Quincey. Where are you?
I shot him a pic of the door we were at, taking Quincey’s hand to hold her up.
My phone buzzed a second later.
Dierek: I’ll be there in a bit.
“What’s going on?”
Quincey asked, and outwardly, she looked fine. But to me, she seeme
