I'm with a girl who isn't anyone specific, sort of an amalgam of several girls I know right now. We're ordering food in a deli, and sort of in each other's arms the whole time. The server comments to us that it looks like we're totally in love, and we look at each other and realize it ourselves.

After ordering our food, I have to drive somewhere alone, for just a minute. It's as if driving from Multnomah village down to Garden Home, perhaps where the old hardware store used to be. The whole drive there and back I'm thinking about being in love with this girl, and it's that old feeling.

I get back to the place where we ordered the food, and it's a large room like a Mexican bar. I don't know where the girl is, but a friend (maybe Victor) is there and buys me a drink to celebrate. I don't really want alcohol, but under the circumstances, I'll take it. It's just a shot glass full of a mild lemony drink, one of these softish drinks with the name of a popular hard alcohol.