Oh. Other side of the country from me. [ He cuts a piece of waffle, drenched in sauce, with his fork, not letting go of her hand. The good thing about this meal is that he can eat it expertly with one hand if he so chooses. And right now, he does. ]

Atlanta, Georgia. Grew up in the thick of the city.

[ Maybe why he started stealing cars so early. Too much temptation.

That'd be a lie, though. It wasn't why, but it contributed to it. The temptation, and the anonymity. He takes another bite before speaking again, his smile a little bittersweet when he does. ]

Drive east, in a car you can't afford, and a plan you don't have?