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She eventually got up and wandered farther into the field, smelling the flowers and looking happier than I had seen her since she arrived in France.

“Damn, I wish I had my phone.”

I pulled mine from my pocket and held it out to her.

She looked at the phone and then at me. “You serious?”

“Take it.”

Azaria grabbed it with a smirk. “You not scared I’ll text a drug dealer?”

I laughed. “Ain’t no drug dealers out here, baby.”

“You don’t know who I know.”

“I know enough.”

She walked farther into the lavender and started taking pictures. She took a few of herself before coming back toward me with my phone still in her hand.

“Come here.”

“For what?”

“I want a picture.”

I got up and walked over to her.

Azaria held the phone in front of us and moved closer to my chest. Right when she took the picture, I kissed the side of her neck.

She laughed before looking at the screen.

“That’s cute.”

“Give me my phone back.”

“Relax. I’m not going through it.”

I laughed. “I’m not worried.”

She gave it back, and we returned to the blanket. Tommy had left us a bag of snacks, so Azaria started eating homemade kettle chips while she went back to drawing.

I watched her for a while before the lack of sleep finally caught up with me.

At some point, I fell asleep.

When I opened my eyes again, Azaria was giggling.

“What?”

“Boy, you were sleeping like a baby.”

I rubbed my face and checked the time. Almost thirty minutes had passed.

“I needed a power nap.”

“Your guard came over and said it’s time to get back on the road.”

“Alright.”