"I know. And I couldn't wait any longer, I have to tell you - " The panic rises, and I grip the French band tighter. "Cricket, please -" But his words pour forth in a torrent. "I can't stop thinking about you, and I'm not the guy I used to be, I've changed -" "Cricket -" I look back up, feeling faint. His blue eyes are bright. Sincere. Desperate. "Go out with me tonight. Tomorrow night, every ni -" The words cut off in his throat as he sees something behind me.