God, she's beautiful. I watch her as she stares at the candy display and the cashier scans my groceries. When her pink tongue peeks out I reach over and purposely brush my arm against hers. She doesn't pull away from me as I grab the candy bar she's been eyeing the whole time.

"For the car ride," I say, and she shakes her head and her blonde hair falls over one shoulder.

She has a tell, but I'm not about to inform her of it. Not when I can exploit it to my advantage. When she wants something, ...