Let me paint you a picture, you *plop* into the passenger's seat of a roofless jeep, your heartbeat racing the car you're in as the left turn you're hitting practically flips the car over. He pulls the car into the handicapped parking space in front of the shake shack, stealing it away from the elderly lady you're too pained to make eye contact with. You're about to yell at the guy on your right, you haven't even looked at him yet with all the craziness in the past fifteen seconds, but you go blank as you see a jawline that was chiseled out of granite staring back at you from over a sweaty jersey. "Let's go, I'm starving."He takes off his jersey and changes into a neat black t-shirt, lets his hair down, and before you realize you've gone all goo goo ga ga he's already calling at you from the door, "you coming or what?" You grab at a ghost handle finding nothing but an empty palm and start to think what else is missing from t...