Cameron’s nerves always got the better of him. He’d get worked up about the strangest things, and it fell on me to help him calm down. At least, that’s how I saw it.

We were out at our favorite place for date night, and he could not sit still to save his life.

“You need to take a deep breath and try to relax,” I said, waving the waiter over.

I ordered us two gin and tonics and an appetizer while he adjusted his chair, straightened the salt and pepper shakers, shook out his napkin, and generally fussed about.

“I’m nervous,” he said.

“No kidding,” I shot back.

Cameron pressed his lips together, then sort of frowned at me.

“This interview that’s coming up. It’s nerve-wracking,” he... Read More