He laughs. "Gotta save it, but not for a girl."
"Oh."
"Get that a lot."
"Wouldn't guess."
"Boyfriend tells me the same thing."
I let him gush about his boyfriend.
It's sweet.
But it only makes me want Emma more.
After I walk him out, Ryan heads to the counter.
His blue eyes fix on me. Fill with Ryan like intensity.
He's wearing all black, same as always.
Only he's smiling.
Which is…
Well, that's pretty fucking normal at this point.
He's crazy about his girlfriend.
I finally get that.
How one person can change your outlook on the entire world.
It happened to him.
It's happening to me.
It's better than any drink I've ever had.
And I've tried them all.
He raises a browyou ready for this?
I'm not.
But I want to be.
I move to the counter.
"You sure you know what you're getting into?" he teases.
"Yeah." My fingers curl around the pen. It's a normal plastic thing. One of the gel rollers Emma loves.
It's not a thick fountain thing reserved for special occasions.
But that's perfect in its own way.
"You sick of us yet?" he teases.