We were driving 200km/h through the Gatineau hills and I looked over. The light from the cd player sparkled in her eyes and as she blinked slowly, I thought to myself, "This girl is definitely something special. Don't fuck it up."
We ate onion and cheese sandwiches in the middle of the street while playing frisbee and she ingeniously idea'd our way into money for food before a great movie.
She knows the words to the fourth track on Matt Good's Loser Anthems. (It's the little things.)