“Damn, girl, I’ll bet you would be poppin’ wheelies in a week if you practiced. You definitely have the heart to ride a bike…you’re a skatergurl, a gymnast, fuc—get about it!”, he exclaimed, catching himself at the last, trying not to swear around the younger girl.

Taking Colby’s hand, just as natural as if they’d been holding hands for years, Mal headed into the Taco Bell and walked up to the counter, “I’ll have a Mexican Pizza, two Grilled Stuft Steak Burritos and a large Sierra mist…”, he smiled at Colby and prompted, “…what do you want, angel? Get as much as you want, okay?”