Travelling is the worst, and travelling to a wedding just adds extra pressure. It feels like fate is conspiring to make you and your brother’s best friend (very important members of the wedding party both) miss your brother’s wedding. After a white knuckle drive to the airport, a cancelled flight, and not enough hotel rooms, you should be a wreck– but he just keeps stepping in to calm you down and make everything okay. It’s just the push and reassurance you need to push the unspoken, long simmering, attraction you detect between you into the light.