Georgia and Ruffles.
He sighed deeply. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you your father was standing right outside the door."
She looked at him grimly then continued to look out the window.
"Oh, COME ON! THIS IS NOT FAIR!"
"You say that so often. I wonder what your basis of comparison is." She replied blandly.
"Why must you put me in misery AND force me to drive!" He complained much like a child.
"Turn on some REO Speedwagon, Uhh… track seven and I'll forgive."
His eyes widened. She never let go of an argument this early or easily. "What is going on? Who are you! WHAT DID YOU DO WITH MY WIFE!"
She giggled some, but then got over it just as fast as she thought it was funny. "Just do it. You've never heard of REO Speedwagon, or that song much less."
"How do you know so sure about the first one?"
"Cause I know you."
With that, he obeyed, putting in the CD and changing it to track seven.
"I can't fight this feelin' any longer,
And yet I'm still afraid to let it flow…"
He looked wide eyed at Sarah, who kissed him on the cheek and just let him drive.
And this is why he loves her so.
oo0oo
"I want ruffles." She stated bluntly.
"I'm afraid we ran out of them, Sar." He replied, making an attempt to be blunter. Which in doing so, he failed miserably.
"Stop then. I want my ruffles and ketchup." She said, pointing at a convenient store on the side of the highway.
"But-"
"Please? I have to pee, too."
"Strange…" he mused aloud. "That's the third time you've peed in the last two hours."
She shook her head and laughed. "Whatever. I love you."
"And I, you Sarah dearest."
He stopped, letting her pee and getting her the ruffles. After all, he loved her enough to buy her pickles and ice cream if she wanted to.
Pickles and ice cream… hmm… he wondered, smiling like an idiot to himself.