KATY'S POV
I push my hair behind my ears for what’s probably the tenth time, catching my reflection in the little mirror above the passenger seat.
My thoughts are a mess with nerves, excitement, and all the weird feelings that come with going on a date with a guy.
And sure, Braydon said it’s not that kind of date, whatever that means, but tell that to the butterflies doing backflips in my stomach. It doesn’t help that there’s a massive bouquet of tulips on the back seat. Two hours in this car and they’re just sitting there like a symbol of how romantic he apparently knows how to be. I didn’t know he had it in him.
I steal a glance at him and he looks so calm it’s almost suspicious. He has one hand on the wheel, the other tapping to the beat of Laugh Now Cry Later by Drake. His eyes s
