"You know, those burger commercials worked because guys liked seeing hot girls attack a burger like that." "I'm not hot." "You're hot." I roll my eyes and take a bite of my quesadilla. Russian dressing squishes onto my chin. With my mouth full, I say, "Not hot." Rusty looks like he's trying not to laugh as he reaches across the table and wipes my chin with his napkin. "Hot."
