Owen had just gotten out of the shower when Monica came home. He wrapped his towel around his waist and greeted his girlfriend at the door.

"Hey, babe."

"Hi."

She walked past him and down the hall into their bedroom.

"What? No kiss?" he asked as he turned around to follow her.

She stood in front of their dresser and bent over. She opened up a drawer, shoved things around, looked underneath clothing and behind it. She closed the drawer and did the same routine to the next one.

"Babe, what's up?"

"Nothing. I'm looking for something."

He slid his damp towel off and threw it onto the bed.

"While you're in there, mind handing me some boxers?"

She threw a pair behind her and he almost didn't catch them.

"If you tell me what you're looking for, maybe I can help you."

She kept on looking and shook her head.

"I need the car tonight."

"Can't have it."

"Why not?" Owen asked as he zipped up his jeans.

Monica shoved the bottom drawer shut with a thud and popped up from the floor.

"Because I'm busy. Get a ride from Scooter."

He reached to grab her arm but she was too fast.

"Monny, where are you going?"

She was holding a red envelope in her hand.

"I'll text you when I'm done and then we'll meet up, okay?"

"But you haven't told me where you're going."

She put the envelope in her purse and rested both of her hands on his bare chest. She looked into his eyes and kissed his lips.

"Because I'm not sure yet. I love you. I'll text you later."

Owen stirred from the ether of her kiss after the door shut in front of his face.