When We First Met Page #2

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Ah.

Oh, a little boost.

Excuse me.

- I'm gonna go.

- Yeah.

Thank you. I'll be right back.

It burns!

Hey, Noah!

- Noah?

- Hey.

- Hey, you okay in there?

- Not so good.

My Aunt Cindy said you puked on her

a little bit as you walked by.

She puked on me first.

Okay, I'm coming in.

- Okay?

- Oh, I wish you wouldn't.

I'm coming in.

Hey.

How are you?

- You dying in here?

- I'm...

I'm... so good.

You hit the open bar too hard.

You think this is about...

drinking?

This was about...

food poisoning.

Taquitos.

Or the seven-layer dip.

Why so many layers? You don't need seven.

- Ethan.

- Noah. How you feeling, buddy?

Oh, so good. I'm so glad he's here now.

Got you a Vitaminwater, some saltines.

I got Pepto chewables in the glove box.

Let's get this stuff in your system.

Mmm, yeah. Thank you.

You are a peach.

Oh. What are these, crackers?

Mm-mm-mmm. Mmm!

- Feel better already.

- Awesome.

Let me know if you need anything else.

- Baby, by the way, that speech?

- Yeah?

- It was beautiful.

- Thank you.

- Everybody in the room was so moved.

- I was so nervous.

- I love you so much.

- I love you.

Also, my parents want to team up for

that Skype call whenever we have a chance.

So, um, just meet me at the laptop?

- Yes. I'll be right there.

- Okay.

- Feel better. Okay?

- Mm-hmm.

Keep your head up.

Okay.

You wanna go

maybe walk around a little bit?

- Just really slowly. Careful, careful.

- I'm fine.

- Okay. Okay.

- These aren't good.

Candid.

That's a candid.

Candid.

- Hey, Carrie.

- Hey, hon.

Noah. Haven't seen you in forever.

- Hey, Carrie.

- I've got a shoot tomorrow morning.

So I was wondering,

cool if I can leave a little early?

Maybe you can take Noah home.

He's a little... He shouldn't be driving.

- I'm fine.

- Candid.

You don't look fine. You look like sh*t.

You know, uh, honestly,

I- I'll take an Uber.

- Cool.

- Hey, Avery!

Oh. Yeah. One second.

Um, really? Are you sure?

Yeah. I-I'm actually not...

Feel better, okay? Thank you. Bye, Carrie.

- Bye.

- Bye.

Ooh. That had my Uber on it.

You really are a mess.

All right, fine. Let's go.

Oh, they're so beautiful.

Let's go, train wreck.

Mm-hmm.

You stole an Avery-Ethan plate? You dork.

- Candid!

- You delete that. Okay?

Don't want any evidence

that this ever happened.

Nope. Sorry.

I photograph weddings for a living.

Capturing misery and regret is what I do.

- Perfect.

- What is your deal tonight anyway?

It's kind of a long story,

so I'd rather not get into it.

Yeah, okay. Cool.

Oh, you don't want to hear it?

- Yeah, 'cause I don't want to tell you.

- Okay.

Fine. I'll tell you.

All right?

Frickin' drag it out of me, why don't you?

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