Bree scurries into the lobby of Cheetah, rummages through her purse for her driver's license. Nate, the desk clerk is in the middle of a phone conversation. Bree tries not to eavesdrop.
Nate - "So, I got a ticket last night. Yeah. For possession of an open container in public" Nate smiles and nods his head at Bree. He takes her license. "Yeah, I was standing on the Belmont el platform at 1:30am with half a beer, and the cop ticketed me. Fifty bucks!" Nate swipes the license and looks Bree in the eye. "I know. Well apparently you can get a ticket for that."
Bree giggles and walks to the locker room, reflecting on all the reasons she adores Nate.
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