We eat in silence for a few moments. "This pizza isn't all that bad," I say.

Vick grins. "I hope you're not planning to be a food critic."

"Nope."

"As soon as I graduate, I'm moving to Hawaii, taking some business classes, and setting up a surf shop that serves specialty pizzas. I'll spend my days giving surf lessons."

"Sounds like you've got it all figured out. I can't even decide which colleges to apply to." I'm not sure I even want to ...