Late Night Munch

15

"Just take the beanie off you're being so extra." She said.

"I don't judge you for wearing sweatshirts in 100 degree weather." He said.

"True." Emma conceded. "But that's a preference. You're doing it because you're insecure about your hair cut."

"It's awful. I don't know what I was thinking." He said.

"You should have said something while you were there. Then they could have fixed it." She chuckled.

"So you agree that it looks bad." He said in an accusing tone.

"No! No." She said. The high crack in her voice giving away her lie.

He smirked, "Oh so you'd be down to get matching hair cuts."

Emma glanced over at him and was about to shove him when he said, "Whoa hands on the wheel. Minus 10 points."

"My hands are on the wheel." She said.

"Then keep your eyes on the road." He said.

She rolled her eyes, "Whatever. Well you're a boy so you're lucky your hair will grow back quickly and you can try again in a few weeks."

" I kinda wanna go bald."He said.

"Really?" She asked.

"It's always been a dream of mine." He happily sighed, "But I can't do it. My head is shaped like an almond. I'll look like a nut sack."

She laughed, "You did not just say that."

"You wanna see?" He asked. Tucker pulled back his beanie slowly so it exposed his hairline.

She broke out into a fit of laughter, "No stop I believe you. You're going to make me crash." She said.

"Google maps says to turn left at the next light. The burrito place will be a little bit after the turn and it'll be on your right side." He said. 

"Fuck. Is there parking or am I going to parallel park?" She said.  

"You'll be fine." He reassured her. Since the place was kind of downtown there was a huge probability she would have to parallel park, but it was better if he kept his mouth shut so he wouldn't freak her out. 

"Fuck!" She groaned after the left turn. They got closer and there was no regular parking.

"Come on you can do this." He hyped her up.

"Have you not seen the dent on the side of my car? I could barely even do it when I drove 24/7." She said.

"Well figure it out cuz I'm starving." He said to lighten up the mood. 

She flicked the turn signal up and slowly began to back her car up. It took her a sec to maneuver the wheel of her tires so they moved where she wanted them to. "Okay slowly." She kept muttering under her breath. 

The seat belt choked him a little after she got to the position she wanted. She was so excited that it was over and she accidentally pressed too hard on the brakes. "And done. High five. See I told you you could do it." He said.  

After they got their burritos, with no onions, they continued to drive around to take some pictures. It had be come like a tradition now. If you didn't take a picture of something did it really happen?

"Shit I'm low on gas. Is there a gas station near by?" Emma asked.

He perked up in his seat,"You're in luck. Wanna go say hi to Emerson?" 

"How did that not cross my mind? I don't know where I thought we were." Emma said.

"It's because you usually take the other street to get home." He said.

"Do you think we'll make it?" She asked.

He leaned over to look at the dashboard. The arrow was really close to empty, but if they turned the air off they might just make it. "We should be good. Just roll the windows down so we can turn the ac off. It might help stretch the little bit of gas left.

. . .

They both let out a massive sigh of relief when they finally got there.  

"What an adventure that was." Emma said.

"Here." He said, handing her his gas card. "Use my employee points while I go bother Emerson." 

She held her card out, "Only if you let me pay for the snacks." 

"Deal." He smiled. They swapped cards and Emma only shook her head when Tucker bolted like a small child up to no good. He had his infamous, devious smirk that was framed by two adorable dimples on each side of his cheek. 

From the pump she could see the small commotion his entrance created through the glass windows. Some spectators were left confused as Emerson and Tucker had their little exchange. He walked in there as if he owned the place. There was a small clicking noise indicating that her tank was full and she was half tempted to whistle him over like a dog so they could leave, but there was no way he'd be able to hear her. She twisted the cap back on the gas tank and shut the little door. He must have seen her finishing up through the window because he was making his way over right when she looked up.

He handed over the snacks and said, "Wait here." Leaving her awfully confused.

"The lighting is really good." He said nonchalantly and held his camera out like that would explain it all.

"At least let me change hoodies, so it doesn't look like the same day." She said.

"My black hoodie is in the back seat." He suggested.

"You mean my black hoodie. I won it fair and square." She said.

He snorted at her statement, "Mhm yeah, okay." 

"Don't say I didn't warn you." She teased. "So how do I pose?" 

"Just act natural." He said. She of course did the opposite. "Put your leg down. I said natural not yoga." He directed. 

"You know how awkward I get. Let me warm up." She said. Several pictures later she got into her groove and they could almost pass as candid pictures. They parked the car somewhere else after they got honked at to move and Emma got some cool takes near the neon price sign. She even got a chance to take one of Tucker. She swore it was her life mission to get him to stop being camera shy. 

"I'm pooped. Let's go home." She said. 

"I'll drive." He said.

"What! Why you it's my car!?" She exclaimed. 

"I can get us home faster." He said.

She naturally protested and so the friendly bickering began. 

AN: I won't give away much, but I promise the pictures thing will make sense in the last chapter....