A/N: The response to So Alive was amazing and I thank you all for your support and encouragement from the bottom of my heart! So, by popular demand…the wedding date. Since it can't really be a songfic, here are the songs you might want to listen to in order to get the feel of this one.

Some Kind of Wonderful by Grand Funk Railroad

T-R-O-U-B-L-E by Travis Tritt

This is What You Came For - Rihanna

The Way You Look Tonight - Tony Bennett

I love lyrics and I chose these songs specifically for something I heard in the lyrics.

I don't know how far I'll go with this. Maybe a series of one shots? Some linear like these first two chapters, some not so linear… Let me know what you think. I admit, I do like the Rick and Michonne in this world. :)

Chapter Two - The Way You Look Tonight

Being the "Best Woman's" date to a wedding wasn't all it was cracked up to be. First of all, he couldn't pick her up at her door because she was already at the Greene Farm. Second, she was actually in the wedding so when Jessie Anderson claimed the seat next to him for the ceremony, he couldn't really tell her to move. Jessie had been trying her dammedness to get him have dinner with her for the last six months, but he'd always found an excuse to turn her down. She was cute…in a cookie cutter sort of way, but he just wasn't interested. Suddenly, he was trapped next to her as she droned on and on about her ex and her two boys.

The final reason he was second guessing his decision to come as the best woman's date was because from the minute he saw her standing up at the altar with the groom, he couldn't tear his eyes away from her. Her hair was piled on top of her head in a bun and it was decorated with dozens of little gold clips. The black dress she wore to match the groomsmen, fell to her feet in waves of sheer, gauzy fabric; but the strapless bodice was a brilliant sunflower yellow to match the bridesmaids. Seeing her like that made him want to see her in yellow more often; the color made her gorgeous complexion more radiant if that was even possible.

She was distractingly beautiful and Rick barely paid attention to anything else during the ceremony. The first time she caught him staring, she'd given him a warm smile that he felt clear on the other side of the meadow the wedding was being held in. In his mind, even the sky with its myriad of sunset colors couldn't compare to her. It made a rush of heat spread through his entire body and he felt his cheeks turning red. He'd looked away quickly after returning her smile with one of his own.

The other time she caught him was during the vows. Rick tuned in to the ceremony just in time to hear Glenn tell Maggie, "The day I met you was the day my life started over again…", and something about those words made him look back to Michonne. She was focused on Glenn, and even though she was still smiling, her eyes glistened with unshed tears. She hadn't been in his life for a day, but in some ways he already felt the same way about her. She made him feel things he hadn't felt in a very long time; things that during his lowest moments, he never thought he'd feel again. He was so deep in his own thoughts that he wasn't sure how long she was looking back at him when their eyes finally met, but from the curious expression on her face, he knew he'd been under her scrutiny for a while. He gave her half a smile before dragging his eyes away from her in an effort to focus on the rest of the ceremony. He only had to make it to the reception. Then, their date could really begin.

The reception was in the barn which was decorated so beautifully that it was on par with any banquet hall in the city of Atlanta. Hershel had gone all out on everything from the food to hiring King County's only band, Jacqui and The Dreamers, playing the tunes. The food was being catered by Peltier Catering, and Carol was an excellent cook. There was chicken, potato salad, macaroni and cheese, quite a few different vegetables, homemade dinner rolls, and sweet tea. It was nothing fancy but the down home cooking was perfect for that crowd. Then there was the six layer wedding cake made up of six different flavors; vanilla, red velvet, almond, strawberry, lemon, and Mexican chocolate.

It was all wonderful but Rick was waiting impatiently through the pictures, toasts, speeches, and the two dances he'd given up for Michonne's Woman of Honor duties to be over. Just getting glimpses of her throughout the day was beginning to grate on his nerves

"Hello, Rick." The voice came from behind him, but he knew immediately who it was. Yet another thing grating on his nerves.

"Hi, Jessie", he greeted, slowly turning around and giving her a cordial smile. She leaned in close to him with a coy twinkle in her eye and ran her hand along his arm.

"You don't need to be standing over here on your lonesome. Why don't you come dance with me?" He'd just opened his mouth to politely turn her down when over Jessie's shoulder, he saw Michonne heading his way. She was looking right at him and wearing that smile he was quickly falling in love with and he felt himself smiling back at her. "Rick?" He glanced down at the woman, annoyed that she was currently standing between him and the woman he'd waited all day to get close to.

"I'm sorry, Jessie, but all of my dances are already promised to someone else." He was stepping around her before he even finished the sentence and before he could see the way her face fell as she watched him walk away from her. He was completely focused on the beauty heading his way. The grace he'd glimpsed the night before at the bar was on display as she walked toward him like she was on a catwalk. The dress, though very demure, hugged her in all the right places.

They met halfway; with Rick trying his best to maintain his cool exterior while he was exploding with excitement on the inside.

"Here you are! Finally, our date can begin." He groaned inwardly at how eager he sounded. He'd never been good at playing it cool.

"Yeah…", she sighed, "I didn't consider the logistics of having a last minute date especially since I'm in the wedding. I'm sorry I made you wait so long." She looked and sounded genuinely apologetic and he had to put her out of her misery.

"It's ok. I've been enjoyin' myself while waitin' for you. Besides, we have the rest of the night for our first date."

"First?", she asked, playfully raising an eyebrow. He felt himself blush and he nervously shoved his hands into his pockets.

"Well, counselor, I'm hopin' it'll be the first of many", he recovered. She tried to hide her smile by pursing her lips but her happy eyes gave her away. It was nice to see that he wasn't the only one showing his hand.

"We'll see, deputy." He couldn't stop his eyes from tracing her perfect form from head to toe. When she caught him, she stopped even trying to hide her smile. "See something you like?"

"Of course…you're absolutely stunning! I know they say you're not supposed to outshine the bride but you set the bar real high for Maggie."

"Stop it! Maggie was the most beautiful bride I've ever seen!", she countered but he remained unconvinced.

"If she was, I didn't notice. I was too distracted by the woman of honor."

"Thank you…", she looked away adorably to hide her blush before turning back to him. "You know...you clean up real nice yourself! I'm sure you caused many a distraction looking the way you do. That suit makes your eyes look even more blue if that's even possible.", she said; her fingers lightly absently tracing his lapel as she spoke. He glanced down to remind himself which suit he wearing so he could remember to wear it again when he was with her. There was nothing inherently special about the navy blue suit, but the fact that she liked it made it his favorite.

"Tell me you were one of the people distracted by me and I'll die a happy man…", Flirting with her came way too easy for him. He didn't know what she was doing to him but all he wanted to do when he was around her was smile, laugh and flirt.

She looked up at him through hooded eyes and smiled before offering her answer of "Maybe just a little bit".

"I'll take it!" As they laughed together, the band started into a cover of Some Kind of Wonderful and Rick was ready to claim his first dance of the evening. He extended his hand toward her with a grin. "Ready for that first dance?" She nodded and took his hand falling into fit of laughter when he twirled her into his arms.

"Do you have moves, Rick?" He loved the surprise in her voice and he shrugged as they began to move together to the music.

"I may have a few." It was strange how natural it felt considering how long it had been since he'd held a woman in his arms, not to mention dance with one. They danced for what seemed like hours but really was three uptempo songs. Some Kind of Wonderful, followed a little country by way of T-R-O-U-B-L-E, and something new for the younger guests, This is What You Came For. The band could play anything and Jacqui had an amazing voice.

Michonne was the one with moves and lucky for him, these were the type of songs you didn't need too much coordination to dance to. All he had to do was move his hips a little bit, try not to step on her toes, hold on to her as much as he could, and enjoy the way she flirted with him as she danced. She'd give his tie a little tug every now and then, and that was his sign to pull her in closer. His hands rested on the curve of her hips, his fingertips savoring the warmth of her body through the thin fabric of her dress. Her arms would drift around his neck, and his hands would occasionally drift up to touch her shoulders and back; the sensation of her bare skin against his sent shivers throughout his entire body. But thing that really sent his heart racing was when her fingers would tangle in the curls at the back of his neck making him grateful for not having time to get a haircut.

He laughed more during those three songs than he had in months and the joyful expression that never left her face, told him that she was feeling the same. When the last song ended, she breathlessly fell into him with a giggle.

"I need a break!", she announced, grabbing his hand and leading him toward the bar. He hadn't danced like that in a very long time and he was feeling it.

"You?", he breathed, "I'm the one tryin' to keep up with you out there!" She was beaming when she glanced over her shoulder at him.

"Give yourself some credit! You're more than trying to keep up!" She wasn't quite patronizing him, but he knew she was being overly kind.

"I thought lawyers were good at lyin…" That drew a huge laugh from her and it was contagious. They were still laughing when they reached the bar. He listened as she asked the bartender for a Stella, causing him to grin appreciatively.

"Nice choice! I'll have the same." Once they had their beers, they found a table as far away from the action as they could get with two empty chairs. He leaned over and clinked their bottles together. "To first dates!", he exclaimed, before taking a drink from his bottle.

"To first dates!", she concurred taking a as she took a long swig from her beer.

"So…tell me more about you, Rick. I don't even know your last name." He couldn't believe it, but she was right. They didn't even know each other's last names but here he was feeling like he'd known her forever.

"It's Grimes and there's not too much more to tell. I grew up right here in King County, my mom still lives in the same house but my dad passed a few years ago. I got married right after I graduated from college with my criminal justice degree, came back here and joined the force..."

"Why did you want to be a cop?" she asked, her attention completely focused on him in genuine interest.

"My dad was the sheriff around here when I was kid so I guess it's the family business in a way", he explained but there was so much more to it than that. "But also, I always enjoyed helping people and I thought being a cop would give me a chance to make a difference. I think that's why I haven't taken a desk job yet. I like being out there, you know…" A ghost of a smile appeared on her lips as she nodded in understanding.

"That's noble", she mused, but he immediately shook his head.

"It's just the truth." He looked away before he started talking again. "I've been divorced for about six months now…separated a long time before that. My ex got remarried about three months ago and moved to Atlanta with our son."

"What's your son's name?"

"Carl. He's ten." He couldn't help himself from pulling his phone out to show her a picture. It was one they'd taken the last time they went fishing. Her face lit up when saw the picture on his phone.

"Aww...he's so handsome! He has your eyes! What's he like?" Her questions came rapid fire and it made his heart swell that she was so interested in hearing about his son who was the absolute light of his life.

"He's a good kid. Loves video games and comic books like most ten year olds. Makes me take him to every superhero movie on opening day…that might be harder now…but I'll make it work." She reached out and rested a comforting hand on his thigh.

"You love him so I'm sure you will." He placed his hand on top of hers and gave it a squeeze; grateful for her understanding of what he was dealing with.

"Other than that, I think you know all of the important things. What about you? I don't think I know your last name either." The words came out fast. He wanted to change the subject before he couldn't hide how much her words meant to him from her anymore.

"It's Pierce and my life is pretty boring…", she began, leaning back in her chair.

"I don't believe that for a minute!" He wrinkled his eyebrows and looked at her incredulously.

"It's true!", she maintained. "I work…a lot! When I'm not working I like to spend time with my friends. My mom and dad retired to Florida last year so I don't get to see them as much as I'd like to. My little brother, Noah, is going to college in Miami so I really think they moved down there to keep an eye on him. He is the baby and everything." Rick laughed, knowing exactly what she meant.

"I know what that's like! My little brother, Jeff, moved down to Louisiana to work on the oil rigs so we don't see him much. I swear you'd think he moved to Siberia to hear my mama tell it." She broke into one of those belly laughs and gently pushed his shoulder.

"Exactly! Anyway…I've never been married…came close once but it didn't work out." He couldn't hide his surprise at that and he couldn't believe that there was a man out there dumb enough to let her go.

"Sounds like there's a story there…" Her mood had changed and she was staring blankly into her beer.

"Yeah, but it's one we've all heard before and not worth retelling." There was hesitation in her voice and even though he wanted to know the story, he decided not to push.

"Why'd you become a D.A.?" Just as fast as her mood had shifted, it shifted back and she was smiling again.

"Same as you I guess. I wanted to help people and putting bad guys away while making sure not to put away the good ones, is how I decided to do it."

"Sounds like I'm not the only one who can be called noble." She raised an eyebrow and brought the bottle back up to her lips.

"Nah…it's just the truth…", she said, throwing his words from earlier right back at him. "Other than that, I actually have a lot in common with your son. I love comic books and I can play PS4 with the best of them!"

"If you can eat your body weight in Big Kat bars, you could be my son's new best friend!" She pretended to think about it for a minute before happily shrugging.

"Maybe not my body weight, but my chocolate addiction is a force to be reckoned with!"

"I'll remember that!" And he was sure he would, just like he was sure that he would remember everything about her.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Anything.", he replied. She bit her bottom lip before sighing deeply and when she finally spoke, the words all came out in a rush.

"Who's the blonde woman you were talking to earlier? She's been giving me the evil eye all night! Every time I look up I catch her silently judging me!" Rick looked up and followed her line of sight to the the other side of the barn where Jessie was standing with her arms folded talking to Myra Basset. They were both staring directly at them wearing the same sour look. Rick shook his head and looked back over to Michonne.

"I'm sorry. Her name is Jessie and she's been askin' me over for dinner since before my divorce was final." He explained. "She just won't take the hint." She burst into a broad smile and playfully slapped his knee.

"I knew it! You are entirely too handsome and too much of a gentleman not to have women falling all over you!" He was thoroughly embarrassed and was sure he'd turned the same magenta color as Myra's bottle dyed hair.

"It's not even like that." It was almost like she sensed his unease and she leaned in closer to him and cupped his face in her hand.

"I don't know how I feel about having to compete for your affections…", she teased, as she ran her fingertips across the stubble there. He melted under her touch and turned his head to place a kiss on her palm, causing her eyes to widen slightly.

"Don't worry. You don't have any competition when it comes to me.", he stated firmly.

"Is that right?" He narrowed his eyes confidently and gave her a single nod.

"Damn right…but you're not the only one catching stares tonight. I've noticed no less than six pairs of prying eyes watching me."

"I'm sure it was because of your moves on the dance floor..." He shook his head at her joke.

"Somehow, I don't think that's it." She closed her eyes and hung her head.

"It's probably my friends. When I told them I had a date, they were very curious about you. I gave them explicit orders not to bother us and it's probably killing them."

"You did?", he laughed and she peered at him defensively.

"It's our first date. Is it selfish to say I wanted you all to myself? Well...as much as you can be at a wedding reception." He studied her for just a moment before clearing his throat and taking her hand in his.

"Would it be selfish to say I was thinking the same thing?", he asked. They were quickly becoming locked in each other's gaze when an idea occurred to Rick."Hey…do you want to get out of here?"

She eyed him suspiciously and asked, "And go where?"

"Not too far but away from curious friends and silent judging.", he answered quickly, "Meet me right outside the barn in 5 minutes." He could tell she only thought about it for few seconds before making up her mind.

"I'll be there."

"Where are we going?", she asked. They'd been walking through the meadow for less than five minutes but he understood her hesitation. She was walking out in the middle of nowhere with a man she hardly knew. He was glad she trusted him that far. He answered by giving her hand a gentle squeeze as he came to a stop between two giant magnolia trees.

"We're here. Look." He pointed over to their right and she squinted as she scanned the area.

"Is that a lake?" The question came out in a breathy sigh and she squeezed his hand a little tighter.

"Yeah", he affirmed. "Maggie's dad used to have the best July 4th cook outs. He'd invite the whole town and all us kids loved swimming in the lake. When I got older, I used to come to this spot to think…I still do. The stars are so bright here without all the streetlights taking away from em." The starlight reflected off the water, casting a glow all around them and the smell of magnolias in the air reminded him of those childhood days. All the time he'd spent out there over the years, he was surprised to realize that he'd never brought a woman to that spot. He'd been at the lake with Lori over the years at many a celebration but he'd never shared that spot with her. He'd sat there when he was deciding to go to the academy, thinking about proposing to Lori, after his father passed, and after Lori told him she was leaving...

"Wow…I never get to see the stars like this in Atlanta. It's breathtaking!", she exclaimed, her melodic voice pulling him from his memories. He glanced over at her and saw that her expression matched the awe he heard in her tone.

"Yeah it is", he agreed, speaking more about the woman at his side than the view. He placed the bag he was carrying on the ground before spreading his jacket out next to it. He sat on the very edge, leaving most of it for her. Her dress was too gorgeous to ruin with grass stains. He motioned for her to sit and gave her his hand to help guide her to the ground. They sat so close that their thighs were touching. "I have another surprise for you."

"What is it?" The excitement in her voice made him even more excited to show her. He reached into the bag he'd been carrying and pulled out two beers and handed her one. "So that's where you disappeared to! You must've been a boy scout!"

"I was and that may be why these aren't the only things in this bag…" He pulled out a plate covered with another plate. He removed the top plate with a flourish revealing a very large slice of chocolate wedding cake with two forks. "Ta-da!" Her eyebrows shot up and she covered her mouth with her free hand.

"Oh my god! How did you get that? I thought it was gone!"

"As a deputy of this town, I've got connections…really, I know the caterer and I know she always sets a few extras to the side." She grabbed a fork and brought a piece of cake to her mouth; closing her eyes and moaning a little as soon as it touched her lips. Rick finally found a sound he enjoyed more than her laugh. That moan did things to him and he had to look away to give himself a chance to calm down.

"This is amazing! Have you tried it?" He slowly shook his head, trying to shake away his thoughts which were slightly inappropriate for a first date.

"Not yet." She frowned and nudged to plate back over to him and gestured for him to pick up the other fork and share the cake.

"Come on! Live a little!" She had no idea that he'd lived more with her that day than he had in months. He did as he was told and the cake was good. Just not as good as watching her enjoy it.

As they shared cake, their conversation ran the gamut between their childhoods, stories about their friends, and even their favorite books, albums, and movies. Rick had a running list in his head of authors, movies, and musicians he wanted to track down so that he could know just a little more about what made her tick. Every moment he spent with her made him want...no, need another one.

Their impromptu picnic lasted until she scraped the last crumb of cake off the plate and sighed in satisfaction. Knowing he should probably get her back to the reception before her friends broke their promise and came looking for her, Rick stood up and extended his hand to help her to her feet. The night had become a little chilly and noticing the way she hugged herself for warmth, he picked up his jacket and draped it over her bare shoulders. She smiled gratefully and took his hand as they started walking back. Their evening was coming to an end but he wanted to extend it as long as he possibly could.

"When are you going back to Atlanta?" He asked quietly, trying to hide the growing sadness in his voice.

"Tomorrow", she answered. He nodded and squeezed her hand a little tighter.

"Carol...the caterer...owns a little diner in town with the best sweet potato pancakes in Georgia. Have breakfast with me before you go?" It sounded less like a question and more like a demand, but he wasn't ready for his perfect weekend to end. If she said no, he'd already planned to ask her out again, but it would have to wait until his next weekend without Carl and that was two weeks away. And if she turned him down, he'd resolved himself to keep asking until he got a yes. He just wanted one more day to carry him through how ever long it took before he could see her again.

"You're not tired of me yet?", she asked and he couldn't believe she was serious. He chuckled to himself and glanced at her from the corner of his eye.

"Honestly, I don't think I'm ever going to get tired of you." She pulled herself closer in to his side, wrapping both of her arms around the arm he was using to hold her hand.

"What time do you want me to meet you?" Her question signaled her acceptance and it made him so happy.

"My shift starts at noon so how about 10? That's not too late, is it? I know it's a long drive back to the city..."

"It's fine. All I have waiting for me is laundry and a very demanding cat!"

"You're a cat person?" She groaned and leaned her head against his arm.

"Only when it comes to T'challa...that's his name.", she answered with a laugh and Rick could've sworn he'd heard that name before.

"Why does that name sound familiar…". he asked himself out loud. She sucked the air between he teeth and he felt her shaking her head.

"Probably because it belongs to one to the greatest superheroes ever! Black Panther!" He couldn't help but be amused by the extent of her comic book love. Carl was going to love her. He wouldn't introduce them any time soon, but he was confident of them hitting it off when they finally did meet. He was even more confident that whatever was brewing between them would make it that far.

"That's it! My son can't stop talking about how excited he is for that movie!" She hugged his arm tighter.

"Carl sounds like a smart kid!", she laughed and he focused on the fact that she'd remembered his son's name.

They were almost back to the barn, and Rick could hear the opening strains of a familiar song wafting through the darkness. The Way You Look Tonight sung by Tony Bennett had always been one of his favorite songs, but he knew Jacqui was going to kill it. He stopped walking and looked over at her.

"Dance with me one more time?", he whispered, the emotion in his voice making it sound deeper and rougher. She answered with a slight nod as she slipped her arms through the sleeves of his jacket before turning to wrap them around his neck. His hands found their way to her tiny waist and pulled her in even closer until their bodies were flush. Slowly, they began to sway; his eyes never leaving hers. They were so close that they were sharing the same breath; so close that their two heartbeats blended into one.

Then, she leaned in, resting her head against his cheek, and Rick felt like he'd died and gone to heaven. He closed his eyes and fully pulled her into a tight embrace. He never wanted to let her go. His rational mind was telling him to slow down; but his heart was busy falling in love with the woman in his arms.

The song ended and she started to pull away from him; her hands running down his shoulders to his forearms, stopping only when he didn't release her. He stared down at her; flicking his gaze between her dark eyes and her full lips. He wanted to kiss her so he leaned in slightly and waited for her to give him a sign that she wanted to be kissed. His wis was granted when she bit her bottom lip and smiled as she tilted her head to move in closer. He couldn't stop the grin that burst across his face before he captured her lips with his own and added kissing to the list of the only things he wanted to do when he was around her.

He didn't notice her hands had left his arms until he felt them pressed against the front of his dress shirt and sliding up over his abs and across his chest. They ended up back around his neck and the world faded away around them as she parted her lips, allowing him to deepen their kiss. Her mouth was so warm and she tasted like the chocolate cake they'd shared, mixed with a hint of bitterness from the beer. The low moan that escaped her, spurred him on and he held her tighter to him as the kiss grew in intensity and purpose. She clung to him to the point where he was sure that he was the only thing keeping her upright. Her hands were once again lost in the hair at the back of his neck and with every gentle pull on his curls, the kiss became more fervent. The sound of her pillow soft lips against his and their hurried breathing filled his ears and Rick was quickly losing himself in all of it. From that one kiss, he knew he was a goner. Maybe he'd even known it before then.

It was for the best when she slowly dragged her lips away from his and rested her forehead against his to catch her breath. If it had lasted much longer, he was sure that she would discover just how much he was attracted to her if she didn't know already. He felt like he burning alive from a fire she'd lit deep within him, and breathing deeply to calm himself down wasn't working. When he looked down and saw that she was pretty much in the same condition, he felt even more turned on. He was seriously considering saying to hell with it and kissing her again when slid her arms from around his neck; her hands coming to rest on either side of his face. She stared at him for a moment with a shy smile gracing her lips before giving him one last, gentle kiss. He reached up and took both her hands in his, removing them from his face and reverently kissed them both. They were silent for a moment as the world faded back into focus around them.

There was so much he wanted to tell her, but he couldn't think of the right words to express the depth of what he was feeling. It was too much, too heavy, and happening way too fast. He could barely come up with the words to explain it to himself, and for the first time that evening, he didn't know what to say.

"I could get used to this..." she whispered, and he heard the promise of more in her words. To get used to something, you had to keep being around it and hearing her say that she could get used to this...used to him...made him practically jubilant. It also returned his ability to speak.

"Michonne…thank you…", he declared, "…for everything. This date, that kiss, being you…all of it." She shyly looked away for a moment and when their eyes met again, he saw nothing but happiness in her chocolate depths.

"I had…the best…night with you too", she agreed. He noticed that guests were starting to trickle out of the barn, signaling him that the party was starting to wind down.

"It's gettin' late. I should probably get going. I have a double shift tomorrow."

"Go. Get some sleep and I'll see you in the morning." Even though he knew that sleep probably wasn't on the agenda that night, he nodded. He was all amped up and there was no way he'd be able to calm down enough to sleep. Afraid to start something he couldn't finish, he leaned in and brushed his lips against her cheek.

"Good night, Michonne." Reluctantly, he let go of her hands and started to back away.

"Good night, Rick." Neither of them moved and he took that to mean that she wanted their night to continue just as much as he did. As much as Rick wanted to go back over to her, he knew he couldn't, so finally he just grinned at her. "I can't leave until you go back in…", his mirthful complaining drawing an easy laugh from her.

"I know…I'm going…" Slowly, she turned and headed toward the barn doors. She was almost there when she spun around with wide eyes. "Rick! Your jacket…"

"Bring it to me in the morning!" That brilliant smile of hers brightened her entire face as she pulled it tighter around her before she disappeared through the barn doors. Knowing she was safely inside with her friends, he turned to walk toward his truck. His face hurt from smiling so much over the last few hours and that thought made him smile even more. He pulled his keys out of pocket as he reached his truck door and started counting the minutes until he would see her again.

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