I turn into the parking lot of the movie theater and honk the horn as some jerk cuts me off. It’s six o’clock and I’m here to pick Spencer up from work. It takes me a while to find a parking spot because the parking lot is full. There are about half a million handicapped spaces and none of them are occupied. I guess most handicapped people don’t go to the movies. I end up just picking a spot way in the back. I can walk. As I stroll into the theater, my eyes immediately find Spencer at the concessions stand. Her face lights up when she sees me. I lean over the counter and place a short kiss on her smiling lips.

“Hey, you,” she says.
“Hey. You almost done?”
“Yep, just let me clock out and I’m all set.”
She comes out from the concession stand and takes my hand, leading me to the employee locker room. Taking her card from a rack on the wall, she clocks out and grabs her things.

“Why the hell did you park all the way in China?” she asks as we make the long walk to my car.
“If you see a free space around here, let me know,” I respond.
“Well let’s see… there’s one right there,” she points. “And there… and there.”
“Okay smart ass. Those weren’t there before. And of course I couldn’t spend tons of time looking for a stupid spot. I didn’t want to be late picking up my Spencer.” She smiles at that.
We reach the car and get in. It’s crazy hot outside so I put the AC on.

“So. What’d you do today?” she turns to me and smiles. I swear my heart skips a beat every time she smiles at me.
“Well, um… I slept in til 2. Then I ate breakfast. Er, lunch. Then I went jogging and took a shower. Watched TV. Missed you. I hate when you work,” I pout. “How was work anyway?”
“Boring and stupid and I’m this close to quitting,” she gestures with her fingers. “Some old guy got pissed at me today because the prices are too high. Like I woke up this morning and made the prices myself. Then we ran out of Sour Patch Kids. Let me tell you, people get cranky without their Sour Patch Kids.”
“You can’t deny Sour Patch Kids are awesome,” I laugh. “Sorry you had a stressful day,” I add.
“Don’t worry,” she says, grabbing my hand. “It’s much better now. Do you mind if I borrow something to wear? I don’t want to be in this stupid work uniform all night.”
“Well even if I let you borrow something, you won’t be wearing it all night, trust me,” I wink at her as she squeezes my hand a little tighter. We arrive at my house and pull into my driveway.