JOHN'S POV
I carried the plate of brownies into the Square Dance Hall beside Abigail. It was nice to see that it was busier than I was expecting it to be.
“Through here," Abigail took my hand and led me through a crowd of talking people.
“Excuse us," I softly spoke, making my way through with her to what looked to be a kitchen area.
“You can set them down right here in this empty spot." Abigail shifted the dishes around a bit, and I removed the plastic wrap from the plate of brownies.
“John, can you be a dear and help unwrap all the food?" Mary, Abigail's mother, smiled up at me.
“Of course," I began to carefully unwrap the dishes, watching Abigail pitch in to help. “You didn't need to help me."
“I've been doing this since I was a kid. You can help set up the drinks too." Abigail so
