“I made you a chicken sandwich with pepperjack cheese and added tomatoes and grilled onions.” Opening the container that’s keeping her sandwich warm, I place it on a plate in front of her. She takes a seat, and it’s small but she smiles up at me. “You remembered how I like my sandwich?” I remember everything about you. “Yeah, and oh…” I open the cooler next to me and pull out a can of Dr. Pepper. “Here.” I think her cheeks burn red but I’m not sure, because her face was already flushed from her run. “Thanks, Garcia.”
The Dr Pepper really sealed the deal, obviously
