We get into the car and Levi begins the drive back home. It goes on in comfortable silence until my stomach growls loud enough to make me wince. I sneak a glance at Levi, but he seems too focused on the road to notice.

At least that is what I think.

Without a word, he takes a detour from the usual route home. "This isn't the way home," I say, frowning. "Where are we going?"

He doesn't answer. A few minutes later, we pull into a McDonald's drive-thru.

"Why are we here?" I ask, confused.

"Isn't it obvious?" he replies.

A server leans out from the window. "Good afternoon. What...