Wait for a call.

A few days later, you receive a phone call, but not from who you are expecting. It's Steven. You freeze for a moment. Did he find out what happened between you and his daughter? Surely not. Gemma wouldn't be so crazy as to tell her own father. Did someone at the bar know him, and recognize the two of you? That couldn't be it either. Steve's only been living in the town for four months. Anyone he knows, you know. And you definitely didn't see anyone you were familiar with inside the bar. You calm yourself before you answer. It's just an old friend, calling up to say hello, you convince yourself. Nothing could possibly go wrong.

"Hey Steve," you cheerfully greet, "How's it going?"

"Oh I'm great buddy," he replies, much to your relief. "I was thinking we haven't caught up in a while. How about you and Rebecca come over for dinner tomorrow night?"

"Sounds good, can we bring anything?" you ask, keeping the conversation on topic.

"Just yourselves, or a bottle of wine if you really must bring something!"

The two of you chat for a while. He's settled into his new job. The commute isn't great, given his office is in the next town over, but the drive is easy. Not once do you mention Gemma or express any curiosity in her, even though you're dying to know what she's been up to the past few days. Given the two of you will be seeing each other tomorrow, you both say your goodbyes and hang up the phone. You exhale. Dinner at Gemma's house. You can't help but think there will be some awkward tension between the two of you while your wife and her dad are around, but that remains to be seen.