Today when we were checking into a hotel, the concierge assumed we were married and called us Mr. and Mrs. I could definitely get used to that and it made me smile.
Then on our cab ride back from a night out, the driver asked where we were from. We both decided to ignore the fact we were locals and play the card that we were just visiting on vacation. "I was born in Texas and went to school in Indiana..." and "I went to school in Kansas and then lived in Alabama for a while..." and "then we just kinda met." It's moments that that remind me of another reason I love you.
Love,
Fox
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