The two laid on their backs, looking up at the night sky atop a shed’s roof. She turned her head to look at him.
“Is that pizza place open?” she asked.
“I think so.”
“Do you want pizza?”
“Do you?” she shot back.
“Why did you bring up pizza?” he teased.
She most definitely wanted pizza. He most definitely didn’t care what she wanted or where she wanted to go. He’d take her.