“And,” I continue, “what does the man with the deep voice in the Arby’s commercial say? ‘We have the meats.’ People know, they go there and they’re going to get a mouthful of meat, just like I give you a mouthful of meat.”

She snorts so loud that it gathers attention from other couples. I casually wave at them as they turn around, hovering over their hot plates.

“Hey, watch it. We might bring the cheese to the table, but I don’t want to bring boogers with it too.”

She glances up at me, mirth in her eyes. “You bring the meat…with piercings.”

“Proud of it, babe.” I kiss the tip of her nose and move behind her back, where I place my hand over hers and begin stirring. “Should I start humming ‘Unchained Melody’? Have a Ghost moment with you?”

“How do you even know that movie?”

“I’m cultured, Pips. So what do you think?”

“I think the other couples would hate us.”

“Jealousy looks ugly on them.”

“It sure does,” she says and starts me off with a hum.

“That was so much fun. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. Don’t forget, it’s a standing date. Mark it in your calendar,” I say.

“Consider it done.” Her hand tugs me closer to her door. “Want to come in?”

“Dying to,” I say, “but I’m not.”

She pouts, which I think is the cutest thing ever.

“I do have a question for you though.”

She leans against her door and says, “Okay.”

“What is one thing you wish you had spoken up about when it came to Matt?”

Her lips purse to the side as she thinks about it. “Umm, there were a lot of things, but I guess one of them would be that I wish I asked him to be more affectionate, more loving, to treat me as his wife, not his roommate.”

“I can understand that. I’m sorry he wasn’t more affectionate,” I say as I move in close, pinning her against her door. I press my hand to her hip and use my other hand to cup the back of her head. “His loss, my gain.”

Then I kiss her…passionately.

“Comfortable?” I ask as we both take a seat in the front-row seats of the suite that I bought out for the night.

She looks around, taking in the baseball field in front of us, the full stadium, the game that’s already been playing for two and a half innings.

“Uh, yeah. I’m just a little confused.”

“Why?” I ask as I open a box of Cracker Jack. If the prize is a ring, she’s getting it.

“Because you never told me you liked baseball.”

“Oh, it’s okay. Can be boring at times but also thrilling when runners are on the field and there’s a possible chance for a goal to be scored.”