He turns off the engine.
“Sunglasses.”
For a second, I don’t know what he is talking about.
“Sunglasses?” I murmur. “Oh, yeah… Sunglasses.”
I thought we’d stop by at some beach shop and get a pair for fifteen bucks.
I wasn’t thinking about shopping for a designer label.
He removes his sunglasses while I look at him.
“Ready?” he asks.
“Yes.”
We climb out of his ride.
Later, he takes my hand and walks me into the first shop.