"My feet are perched on the sunny dash of my dusty old v-dub. It's the type of hot that demands a mostly strict no touching rule. I wonder to myself if I'll always be that person who declines for the second summer to fix our air conditioner. I fart. He smiles, and continues to watch the road, though I catch his sparkle. .He has such generous eyes. I welcome a warm hand resting on mine. One of use makes a duck sound."