It's two ay-em, and I'm the designated driver. Rich has just finished yelling the directions home at me, and I'm not pleased. His music is blaring, but suddenly he turns it down for a moment.
"I love you. You know that, right??"
Half-hearted grin. I'm supposed to be irritated.
"Seriously, I'm not just saying that 'cause I'm drunk. I really love you. You're my sweetheart."
Full-blown genuine grin as my heart melts. You're my sweetheart, too.