"The spandex brigade?" Rochelle raised an eyebrow at that while she rested her chin in her hand over the table. She could take a good enough guess what that was.

She shook her head, as much as she could, with her free hand up in the in mock defeat. "No, no no no. He doesn't have to marry me. I don't even know if I'd want to be married here. Then again getting married back home's an even crappier idea. Trust me, I already memorized my we-might-not-get-tomorrow's." But here was a lot more of a home to her now than life could ever be again where she came from.

"... But--" She bit her lip. God, this was going to sound cheesy. "An 'I love you' would be sure as hell nice."