“Okay, what am I signing?” His head snaps to mine, green eyes sparkling with excitement. “For real?” “You let my girl crash at your place, you took care of her, and got her out here. It’s the least I can do.” Rio shrugs casually, attempting to play it cool as if he hasn’t been thinking about this moment since I first met him. “I don’t really have anything on me to sign.” “No? All right, well, I tried.” “Wait! I have two jerseys and a poster in the car. I also have an old Wheaties cereal box that you were on.” He quickly stands from his seat. “Do not put that pen away!”
