Austin pulled up in front of the McLain house, his stomach strangely rumbly and unsettled. It wasn't exactly happy about this state of affairs, and he stared down at it for a moment, unsure of what to attribute this case of nerves to. He was going on a date with Ivy to get Tiffany off his back. Ivy could exact revenge on Tiffany by going out with the one guy Tiffany had been gunning after for months. All would be well with the world.
Feelings, or stomach linings for that matter, need not be involved.
He jumped out of his truck and crunched through the snow, a few lackadaisical flakes still drifting down from the sky. The passing storm gave off the impression that it couldn't be bothered to put on a real show, something that he wasn't sure he blamed it for. It was cold. It was hard to do anything with much enthusiasm.