It was 89 degrees, the sun was beating down and the roads were almost empty as you drive with your boyfriend. The sky was a perfect baby blue and the clouds were from a movie. He had offered you a good deal, Starbucks and Barns & Noble in exchange for driving around for a few hours to test his oil change. Which was a perfect deal considering how hot it was.

You were now on your way back to your apartment, laying against the back seat of Enzo’s black Mercades-Benz coupe, reading your new manga. He turns down the music, adjusting his shades before yelling,

“Everything good back there baby? Manga good?”