“Ah, damnit. Wait a minute for me to get mine and I’ll walk back with you? I mean — it’s late.”
{ Why is she acting so lame, again? She’s already established he’s nothing but a teenage boy. }

“If you insist.”
[ He leans against the brick wall of the coffee shop, shooing her ahead with his hands. He’s holding back a coy, self-deserved little smile. He values her company like the extra shot of caffeine in his order – not entirely necessary, but he loves the adrenaline. ]
