Jess almost always gets off work, teaching kids to dance, late and I sometimes like to wait for her to eat. The only place open late is the Paper Moon Diner. So we eat. I stare at her. steal her fries. ...even though she lets me eat off her plate. and for some reason I get desert with her even when I'm not hungry. There's a routine. ...sorta. but not really. but sorta.

Today, our order was never put in, so we got to eat our dinner for free! The only problem was that neither one of us had enough money to leave a tip. Luckily we were going to order cake, anyway, so we had the guy charge us for desert and pack-it-up-to-go. That way we could leave a tip on a credit card.
We walked home. to my house. It was cold. She was wearing cute striped tights, and colder than my jeans-wearin'-ass. five windy minutes later, we got to my lonely row home, where an air mattress, inflated in the living room, in front of the TV, awaited us. We watched On Demand, and ate the cake way too fast.