"I can't. I'm sorry." He wasn't sure he was allowed to take something like this jar, either, but he was already thinking of ways to stick it into his bag so that it wouldn't be noticed if anyone checked.

He got up, took the blanket from his shoulders and moved to drape it around hers. "Thank you for tonight," he said.

He had to leave now, immediately, or he'd linger. He felt like he should say something final. He'd already said good-bye so many times tonight; surely there was something stronger he could say to convey his feelings. The only phrase he could think of was very unfair. That and he'd already said it.

He shouldn't linger. He turned and started walking quickly to his bike. Don't look back. Don't look back.