A/N Chipotle is this good Mexican place, the only Mexican food I'll eat, they do custom burritos and fajitas. Unfortunately, there appears to not be one in NJ, there are no good chains in NJ. But we have the Stone Pony and Hennessy's.
"Can we please go someplace that's not a thousand degrees?" he griped as they walked arm and arm through the downtown.
"What, you want to go back to Boston already?" He shrugged.
"I don't care where it is, so long as it's cold. I hear the Artic circle's quite nice at this time of year." He tried to think cold thoughts to will the sweat beading on his forehead away.
"Can't take the heat?" She teased as they headed into a restaurant for the double use of lunch and air conditioning. They had no sooner sat down at the counter, staring out the window at the people going by, then her phone rang and when she recognized the number that flashed up, a torn look crossed her face, and he crossed his fingers. He never was very superstitious but this was something that he was going to put his own thoughts aside for. He needed all the luck he could get.
"Hey." She answered, listening to the voice on the other end of the line. "Woody-I-I-" He could see it on her face, she wanted to agree to whatever the other man wanted, but at the same time, she didn't. "I don't think that's such a good idea." She finally said, and he knew that he looked more relieved.
"Woody, you said it yourself, we'd be at each other's throats." He fought off a smile that he knew wanted to play on his face, and wrapped a comforting arm around her, giving her support as she told the man on the other end of the line that she didn't want him anymore. "Woody, I love you but I just-" She looked frustrated as the other man obviously cut her off. "I don't want to lose you and you mean the world to me but-" She groaned.
"Woody, fine, go, just go and take the damn job if you want it, I can't say I won't miss you, but I also can't say I want to be in a relationship with you, I love you, I do, but-" She frowned as the detective obviously hung up on her, and she looked at him, taking a bite out of her burrito. "I really do love him, but it's just I don't think we're going to work out."
She looked at him, and leaned against him as she took another bite. "So he doesn't want to end it?" He asked, and she shrugged.
"II Think he's more upset that I told him that I love him but don't want him instead of him telling me that." He nodded, and took a bite out of his own Mexican thing. He had no clue exactly what it was, he had her pick it for him, he was never much on Mexican food and had stayed far away from the only Chipotle that he had seen in Boston.
"Bruised his ego." He pointed out and she nodded.
"I'm sick of running around in circles with him." She said, finishing her own meal at the same time that he did. He smiled and kissed her soundly.
"Now you don't have to." He told her, holding the door open for her as they walked out, back into the oppressive Dallas heat.