I drop you off at LAX and go to In-N-Out and get my usual: Double-Single, extra-toasted bun, animal-style with raw onions and chopped chilies, fries well-done. I find that most people have an In-N-Out order. but some of us are more particular than others.
You text to say you’ve gone through security, you’re at your gate, you’ve boarded. I sit at a table in the corner, eat my burger, douse my fries in ketchup. (I started to love ketchup because In-N-Out fries well-done go delightfully with ketchup.) You text that you’re about to depart, you’ll text when you land.
You text, I miss you.
I text back, Same. Miss you, too.
See you in a few weeks.
Yeah. Counting down already!
Same — then, I sit and stare at the ellipses in a chat bubble in the text box, dunk fries in ketchup and leave them there to drown — I love you.