We pulled up to Abby’s, and as I started to climb out when he came around the side of the truck, holding my door solicitously and taking my bag for me.
“How are you feeling?” he asked, searching my eyes.
“I’m okay.” I said gratefully. “Thank you so much–for everything.” We walked to the porch side by side.
“Get some rest,” he said, standing closer than necessary.
I looked up at him. “I will.”
The door swung open and we came face to face with Abby.
“Hi guys!” she beamed. “How was surfing? Gosh Marina, you look like you got some sun!”