Connor
"When did you meet?" I shifted in my seat and took a sip of my beer. I could feel myself sweating already and I hated it. Next thing I'd know Edward would be yelling at me for leaving armpit stains on his fancy shirt.
I should have just let Edward come along. Knowing he was somewhere in the house would have calmed me but I did need to put on my big boy pants and deal with this alone. I just had to remember to breathe and know that I wasn't going to get killed by having a simple conversation.
"I was eighteen," she looked down to her lap with a sad smile then looked back up to me, "I had taken an exchange program for college and that brought me to Liverpool. Your father was playing there that weekend and through a string of friends we met.
