Nolan
"You look...different," Abel says, narrowing his eyes at me as I check my reflection in the hallway mirror.
"Different how?" I ask, smoothing down my button-up shirt for the hundredth time. It's navy blue, Annabelle's favorite color on me. Not that I chose it for that reason or anything.
"I don't know. Clean? Nervous?" My brother drops onto the couch, where Ash is already curled up watching her favorite cartoon. "Where are you going again?"
"Out," I say, purposely vague. I haven't told Abel or his wife Kara that I'm going on a date with Annabelle. It's not that I'm embarrassed, far from it, but I know they'll make a bigger deal of it than it needs to be. For now, I want to keep this night just for us.
"With?" Abel presses, never one to let things go.
"Friends," I answer, which isn't technically a lie. Annabelle is my friend. Among other things.