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hile I was drawing this, my girlfriend, Jenn, pulled up in her car in front of me and, getting out, handed me what looked to be a brand-new drink bottle.
‘What’s this, then?’ I said, knowing full well it was a drink bottle.
‘It’s a Hydroflask,’ she said. ‘You said you needed some kind of water thing with insulation, so I went and got you one. It’s got water and lime juice in it, like you like.’
‘Awwww,’ I said, reaching up to take the Hydroflask, ‘You’re the sweetest.’
We talked for a minute about the drawing I was doing, how I felt to be finally getting to 100, and then, as our conversations often did, it turned to what we might like to eat.
‘I’ve been thinking about that Bahn Mi I had at Chef Tanya’s Kitchen yesterday,’ she said, as I stood and began to gather up my drawing things.
‘I don’t think I would have that pastrami thing again,’ I said, ‘but I would have that seitan chicken thing, and maybe a kombucha again.’
‘I want to get some more of that potato salad too,’ Jenn said, ‘and maybe some of that lemon drizzle cake.’
‘Ooh,’ I said. ‘Yes, please.’
Then, as we walked toward the car, Jenn said wouldn’t it be great if Chef Tanya opened a kitchen in LA.
‘Maybe,’ I said. ‘But wouldn’t it be even greater if we just moved to Palm Springs?’
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