You all know the makings of a classic love story. Boy meets girl. Boy falls in love with girl. Girl gets mad and shouts at boy for something that definitely wasn’t his fault, etc. This is the beginning of all that. While waiting for our food to be delivered, Abigail and I subjected each other to a series of ice-breaker questions and other general get-to-know-you’s. To the surprise of no one reading this, she was much more prepared than I was. In the moment’s pause it took me to try and think of another question to ask, Abby Jane made it known that she had another ready “just in case”. The following is a true and accurate telling of what happened: “Do you like Coke, or Peppy?”, she said. “Excuse me?”, I replied. “Coke, or Peppy?”, she repeated, this time hearing herself. “Peppy? Peppy. Peppy...” she muttered to herself. “Pep... Pep... Pepper. Pepper! Dr. Pepper!”, she exclaimed, proud of herself for having solved her own riddle. Confidently, she asked, “Do you like Coke, or Dr. Pepper?” By this point, I had leaned back in my seat to watch the show, and smiling I responded, “That’s still not right.” Silence. This woman spent the next full minute intensly staring into the wood grain of our table as though if she did so, it would reveal to her the answer she sought. Eventually, it must have, for she announced to me, the waitress, and the rest of the diners at Flip Daddy’s that night, that the word she had been looking for was actually “Pepsi”. And in case you’re still wondering, I told her I prefer Coke.