Every summer you'd drive all the way up to Cousins to visit the Fishers, eventually staying a few months turned into longer so you got a job at a pizza place in Cousins. You see a glimpse of Conrad's car in the camera feed connected to the lobby, saying your goodbyes to your coworkers as you clock out, you shouldn't feel so proud to say your boyfriend is here to pick you up, but you do anyway.

You have to force yourself not to run to his range Rover in the stark cold of winter, thankfully it wasn't snowing quite yet.

"How was work?" Conrad asks as you slip into the passenger seat, taking your hat with the pizza logo on it off, his eyes flicker to yours and he smiles. "Youve got flour in your hair." And on your shirt, but he won't tease you too much at once.