"let's agree that if we plan a date, we don't drink the night before the date.. because I feel like a lemon.. sour and not at all sweet." She mutters sitting down on a museum bench, you went on vacation to Rome, but you like parties too much.

You take a picture of her sweet, sour face and sit on her lap smiling, she rests her head on your shoulder closing her eyes, she wraps her arms around you and pulls you closer.