While weddings are hardly anything I'm used to, I can think of worse things to be dragged to. Court marshals come to mind. Executions. But hell, I'm here with a woman who should be smarter than to pick a guy like me so who the fuck knows, right? Miracles apparently happen.

I see my boss standing off to the side and I realize that being here and not talking to him would be a total dick move. Even though months into the gig, I still don't know about him. "So, how do you know the lucky couple again?"