'It's getting late,' she said. She touched my face, 'Let's stay out as late as we can.'

Drive around the lake just a little too fast, my eyes on the lights, her hand on my shoulder. Yeah, windows down, wine in our heads. The city lights just blur.

Let's go out on a dock. We'll bring a bottle and a blanket. And everything, yeah, everything is going our way.

Lean in to me.