You run into Luke’s Diner, going straight to the table Jeremiah is at and sitting down. Like always, you took too much time getting ready for school and totally forgot that you agreed to getting breakfast with him. It’s a cold autumn morning and he already has a cup of coffee for the both of you. “Did you bring it?” He asks and you get out a c.d. from your backpack. The specific c.d. that Jeremiah has talked endlessly about. “No way, I still can’t believe you found it.” He laughs, taking it from you and examining it, almost like it’s some foreign object. You’ve been dating him for long enough to know how much he loves music.