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bag in his lap. His own coffee. He takes a small sip and then rests it in the cup-holder.
    “The lady inside said there’s an art fair down the road. Wanna go?”
    “Sure,” I nod.
    Cash smiles and starts the car. Cool air from the air-conditioning vent blows across my face. I rest my cup beside his and lay my face to the warmth of the leather seat, watching his face as he drives. The way the early morning sun dances across his well-defined features. The squint of his green eyes. His concentration as he figures out where to go.
    “What did you dream?” He asks, pulling his cup, taking a sip.
    “I think it was about the stars.”
    His lips smile, swallowing his coffee.
    “You?” I ask.
    “I dreamed about when my grandfather died. I was talking to him, just before. He told me a story about how he met my grandmother.”
    I smile. “Can I hear it?”
    He shifts gears, slowing down, pulling into our destination.
    “No, I don’t want you to go back to sleep.”
    Once we park, Cash takes the white bag and his coffee, exiting the car. I walk at his side, sipping slowly at my own cup. I’m still wearing his sweater and have no desire or intention of taking it off anytime soon. It’s too big for me and probably looks odd, but at the same time, I like that it does. I like that perhaps someone will think he has given it to me. That perhaps we are a couple.
    “I wasn’t sure what you would like, but the lady said these were a best-seller. Looked pretty damn tasty to me.” He passes me a pastry wrapped in white tissue. I take it from him, smiling appreciatively that he thought enough to do so.
    That he thought of me at all.
    Those little things —if ever there was something named incorrectly.
    “You’re very thoughtful.” I take a bite from the edge, humming instantly as warm blueberry and vanilla icing hit my mouth. “Perfect.”
    He holds out his cup to mine. “To our first trip.”
    I touch my cup to his. “And breakfast.”
    Cash smiles, taking a bite of his pastry. “And breakfast.”
    The art fair is calm, not too many people around, with the exception of some eager older ladies. He pauses at one of the displays, admiring a canvas that has bright colors splattered across it. I mostly watch him, not really into the design. I’d be a liar to even attempt faking that I understood what abstract art or … whatever … I have no idea what is what.
    I only know what is pretty and what is not. I’m not an interpreter.
    “Do you like that one?” I ask.
    He looks over to me and smiles. “Did I tell you that you’re crazy beautiful in the morning?” His face dips toward my face, nuzzling into my neck. Softly he whispers, “You don’t ask questions until we walk away.” He kisses my cheek. “It’s rude to the artist.” Another kiss to cover up that he is correcting me, before he pulls away.
    I nod in understanding, thankful that he used such discretion.
    We continue walking, stopping whenever he sees something that catches his eye. He kneels down to appreciate a canvas at another booth. I feel a little odd, almost like I might be bothering him or something. Not really able to fully enjoy this experience due to my lack of knowledge.
    I wander to a tent further down the line, looking at a craft table. There are vintage aprons and handmade pot holders. This is more on my level. A wooden gadget captures my attention. I pick it up and flip it around until I realize what it is.
    “She’s already looking for a weapon,” he teases, squeezing my hip from behind.
    I hold it up. “It’s to pull the rack out of the oven.”
    A woman manning the booth laughs. “You’re probably the only person today who is going to get that right. Good guess, young lady.”
    Young. Ha. She just wants my ten bucks.
    “Do you want it?’ Cash asks, keeping ownership of my hip.
    “I’m just looking.” I return it to the table.
    “Lilla,” he warns, not liking my appeasing nature.
    “I really don’t want it. I mean, I already