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March 17, 2007
Ten minutes separate us from Indian food with a friend. A jaunt around the block would fill the gap, but we've been walking all afternoon, and, although not tired, don't want to do more of it.

A small Vietnamese café several doors down offers vegetarian meatballs on baguettes. "I've always wanted to eat here!" I say. "We'll have to come back another time!" I secretly want a sandwich NOW.

"I'll split one with you?" he says, smiling.

Seconds later, we're seated across from each other, grinning like we're sneaking cookies before dinner. I couldn't adore him more if I tried.