There he was, sitting on the couch, staring at her. And there she was, staring right on back.

He stared so long and so hard he could’ve drilled holes in her head. But she didn’t seem to mind. She was kind, funny, understanding, truthful, gorgeus. Almost like a movie star.

“I love you, really, I do.”

“I love you, too” he whispered. Then he leaned back, ate a few Lays, and waited for All Of Us’s commercial break to end.