Fisher ran inside to get drinks while I pumped. When he came out, he wore a huge grin.
“What’s so funny?” I asked.
Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a familiar piece of paper and handed it over. “This is for you. I couldn’t resist.”
Confused, I stared down at the SuperLotto Plus ticket. He’d purchased a single play. “Why?”
His smile faltered. “That’s the game your mom plays, right? Or did I mess that up?”
“No, you’re right.” I’d forgotten I’d told him about Mom’s obsession. “But why did you buy mea ticket?”
“I didn’t plan on it. But while I was standing in line, the guy in front of me said to the cashier, ‘I’m feeling lucky. Gimme a Quick Pick.’ And I thought, there’s no way he’s as lucky as I’ve been today. So I decided to take a chance.” He pointed out the numbers. “My flight to San Francisco, today’s date, and two because today was our second date.”