“What's the name of that burger?” Selene asked, as Brandon carefully parallel-parked along the curb outside alongside Max’s, a famous dive.
“The Juicy Lucy,” he replied. “There are a couple of places that have them, but this is my favorite.”
“That's such an odd name,” she said, laughing. “Why do they call it that?”
“You see,” Brandon explained, “it's two patties smashed together with cheese inside, so when the whole thing cooks, it gets really, well, juicy. There's no such thing as a dry one.”
He hopped out of the cab and walked around to open the door for her. Instead of just offering a hand to help her out of the cab, Brandon slid his arms around Selene's waist and lifted her down, letting her body slide against the length of his, and pulling her close for a hug. She wrapped her arms
