Frank was going grocery shopping and I offered to join him, which brought us here walking around the aisles with a grey shopping cart that had wheels that squeaked for too much for my liking. I didn't complain, though, I knew there was nothing either of us could do to fix it.

"Alright, What kind of chips do you want?" He asked.

"Um, sour cream and cheddar," I said.

He put the bag I wanted into the cart before getting salt and vinegar for himself.

"Ew," I muttered, scrunching my nose up.

"Not ew, they're good," he said.

"Nuh uh, those chips are gross," I said.

"You should give them I try," he said.

I shook my head, sticking my tongue out in disgust at the thought.

"It's not that bad," he said.

"Icky," I said.

He chuckled, walking us down the aisle.

"I should be home," I said nervously. "I should study."

"You've been studying for hours, you deserve a break," Frank said. "I know you're stressed about exams but once they're done then you're on summer break and then it's just me and you."

"I can't wait," I said.

"We should go on vacation," he suggested. "Where do you think we should go? London? Venice? Sicily? Beijing?"

"Wow, those places are all so far, I've never even been on a plane before," I said. "But I've always wanted to go to France. I think Paris is so romantic."

"We'll go to Paris then," he said.

"Really?" I asked hopefully. "That's amazing!"

"Yeah, I think it'll be a lot of fun," he said. "I haven't been to France in a while. The last time I went was when I was...eight, I think. My parents took me to see the tour de france because at the time I really wanted to be part of it. I saw the beginning and the end of it and then I was taken to Paris and to the Eiffel Tower."

"That sounds amazing," I said.

"It was," he said. "Probably one of my favorite memories as a kid."

"What else?" I asked as he grabbed a box of cereal off the shelf.

"Well, we have family still back in Italy," he said. "I used to spend every summer up there with my mom where I would get to hang out with my cousins. My family owns this huge house where everyone lives and I used to play in the yard with my cousins and in this one shed there."

"It sounds fun," I said.

"Maybe I can take you there one day too," he said.

I nodded, holding his hand.

"You've traveled a lot," I remarked.

"My mom wanted to see the world before she got too old," he said. "She wanted to bring me with her so I got to see a lot too."

"What about your dad?" I asked. "You've never really talked about him."

"He went with us too when he could but he was busy working a lot," Frank said. "He was a pretty great dad too, though. He passed away a few years ago."

"I'm sorry," I said.

"It's okay," he said.

I bit my lip, looking at the colorful cereal boxes before grabbing a yellow Cheerios box.

"What happened?" I asked.

Frank paused, like he was trying to think of it. How could he forget?

"It was natural causes," he said finally. "He was just sick, he never really took care of himself."

"Oh," I mumbled.

"You okay?" He asked.

"Yeah, it just makes me feel sad thinking about it," I said. "It just makes me think about my own parents dying and I don't wanna think about that."

He smiled and gave me a kiss. Frank walked with us down to the shoe section.

"What do you need here?" I asked.

"Oh, my grandma wanted a pair of some slippers," he said.

He looked at the slippers and bit his lip.

"Which color?" He asked.

I pointed to the pale green one and he put it into the cart. He kept an arm around my waist as we walked.

"What else do we need?" I asked.

He bit his lip and looked at the list.

"Um, let's go get some flour," he said.

We walked down the aisle and I smiled, holding Frank's hand.

"We can really go to Paris?" I asked.

"Yes, we can go on Friday," he said. "We can go right after your last exam."

I nodded, giving him a kiss.

"Sounds amazing," I said.

"And I have some connections, I can get us onto the Eiffel tower after closing time," he said. "It'll be just us two up there with some creme brulee and red wine. We'll be up there all alone under all the lights looking over the city of Paris."

"I want that really badly," I said.

He smiled, giving me a kiss. Frank grabbed everything else that he needed and we paid for it. I helped carry groceries out to the car and he sighed.

"Come back home with me?" He asked.

"I can't, I have to go back and study," I said.

Frank nodded but he looked disappointed as he shut the trunk. He drove me back to my apartment and gave me a kiss.

"Call me if you need anything, okay?" He asked.

I nodded, smiling as I held his hand.

"I don't wanna go inside because inside means working and studying," I whined.

He chuckled, giving me a kiss.

"If you need me to save you from boredom then call me," he said.

"No, I have to study," I said. "Even if I really don't want to."

"Well, now you have some great studying snacks," he said, gesturing to the grocery bags with my stuff.

"Thank you again," I said. "I can pay you back if you'd like."

"Nonsense," Frank denied. "You go off and have fun."

I gave him a kiss.

"I'll go look for tickets, start packing," he said.

I giggled happily and went up to my apartment. I set the bags on the counter and Jamia smiled over at me.

"So, you've been spending a lot of time with Frank recently," she said.

"Yeah, I think I'm falling for him," I said.

"You are?" She asked. "Oh my god, Gee, that's amazing."

"He's taking me to Paris," I said. "We're gonna sit up on the Eiffel Tower all alone at night looking over the city while eating French desserts and drinking wine."

"Oh my god, imagine him telling you he loves you up there," she said.

"That would be so romantic," I said. "Oh god, I-I really do want that to happen. Imagine all the pretty lights and the water."

"It's so amazing that he's actually taking you there," she said.

"I'll bring you back something too," I said. "Oh, and I bought more snacks from the store. Well, Frank bought them."

"He's so rich," Jamia said. "You sure he's just in marketing?"

"His family also owns a bakery," I said.

"Do they make special cakes?" She asked and I nodded. "Oh then that makes sense, you can make a lot of money doing special cakes. And do they do wedding cakes too? Wedding cakes are expensive. Do you think they'll make the cake for your wedding?"

"I don't know, I don't even know if we're gonna get married," I said. "We've only been together for just over a month."

"Almost two months," she said.

I nodded, smiling softly.

"I'm so happy," I said. "I never thought that I could actually be so happy with someone before."

"Maybe he's the one," she said.

"Oh, I really hope so," I said. "I like him a lot. I might love him. It's that same nervousness like with my boyfriend in high school. I knew I loved him. And now I think I love Frank."

"Oh my god, you two have to tell each other you love each other on top of the Eiffel Tower, that would seriously be so romantic," she said.

I nodded, giggling happily.

"And what if in a few years he takes you back there again and proposes?" She asked.

I squealed excitedly, giddiness washing over me.

"Mia, that's literally my dream," I said.

"Man, remember when we were just to college kids living in a shitty one-bedroom apartment and now here we are with this fucking...is this a penthouse? It's literally a two story apartment all for us and we're getting lobster and fancy wine and you're going to Paris," she said. "I think Frank is the best thing to happen to the both of us."

"I can't wait to go," I said. "It's gonna be amazing there. Imagine the two of us just in a little hotel room with a balcony looking over Paris. We'll sit up there early in the morning with crepes and tea. Maybe we'll even have a view of the Eiffel Tower."

"God, I wish I was you right now," she said.

"I've never felt so lucky before," I said. "I can't believe that this is actually my life now. I have a huge apartment and I'm just going off to Paris and I have an amazing boyfriend."

Jamia gave me a hug.

"How long are you staying in Paris?" She asked.

"I don't know, probably not too long because Frank has to work," I said.

"Well, I'm gonna miss you," she said. "And I have to go study."

"Me too," I said.

I went up to my room and sat at my desk, staring at the mountain of textbooks and papers. I tried my best to study but I kept getting distracted by my phone, wishing Frank would text me. But he wouldn't because he knew I was trying to study. I read and highlighted and re-read and circled until I fell asleep at my desk, my face buried in a textbook.