She took his hand as they began to head back to their room. "So, we're driving home tonight, yeah?" Poppy asked, their intertwined fingers swinging slightly.
She grinned as they approached their room. "I just don't want you to get arrested, you understand," she replied sarcastically.
"The best," she reassured him, kissing his cheek as she walked over to him, items in hand. "Ready to go?"
"Yep," he said, turning and heading for the door. "The town has a bunch of little shops and stuff. It's pretty nice."
"When I turned 18," he said. "The moment I could. I have nothing against this place, but I wanted to live on my own."