Inspired by Fit by WellSchitt.
“Do you... see it? See them, I mean? Like, do you get them, get how they fit as a couple?”
Stevie blinked up at him, shoulders suddenly tense, and didn’t answer.
“Not that- I’m sure your friend—David—I’m sure David is a great guy. I hadn’t met him before this weekend, but he seems great.” None of the seven Brewer cousins had met David before this weekend, actually. It was part of why the situation didn’t sit well with Michael. Everyone else’s spouses had at least come for a long weekend at some point, enduring an informal but rigorous vetting process over Aunt Marcy’s chicken parmesan.
