"It is nice," she says, stretching up on tiptoes to wrap her arms around his neck. There's a moment, close enough to kiss, where her breath sort of catches every time. She just presses her face against his neck instead, breathing him in: paints and car and something softer, something that's just Jack.

She Let's herself down to look up at him "I can take that," she nods at the bag. "If you want." She doubts he does, but Blue always asks.