Wednesday before break began, two days before Valentine's Day.
I sit in the backseat, thinking about burgers. Yes, I'm a glutton, but you don't seem to mind, and we'd just gone to the gym anyways.
A purple lunchbox from Trader Joe's sits between us, but you still reach for my hand, poking at my fingers curiously. I try not to laugh. I think about more burgers.
A few minutes later, we're sitting at a booth in a place somewhere in town.