The Eighth Ticket Was For Luggage

Summary

A week before we were scheduled to sign our marriage license at City Hall, my fiancée asked me to book eight train tickets to the coast.

She told me it was our final getaway as singles, a celebration with the people closest to us.

I spent three days glued to the reservation app, refreshing the screen until I finally snagged eight seats in the exact same row.

The second the payment cleared, a notification popped up on my screen. It was a live poll from a group chat titled "Trip Without Caleb".

The question: "Should Caleb come along?"

Seven votes against. One abstention.

Zero in favor.