“One Sloppy Joe Taco, extra hot sauce,” Lena said, stepping up to the counter. She didn’t. bother asking Aaron what he wanted; she assumed he wouldn’t eat tacos anyway.

But, of course, Aaron had to surprise her.

“One Ground Beef Taco.”

Lena turned to him. “You’re eating?”

Aaron looked unbothered. “What else? You eat, and I just sit here watching?”

The eatery owner, catching the vibe, laughed and chimed in, “We get couples sharing one large taco all the time!

Lena’s face burned. Couples? Lady, please.