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Charlie's not the biggest fan of the restauranteur convention, mostly because it's all old people in stuffy clothing with stuffier attitudes. She attended her first one at nineteen and basically got laughed at. Somehow, she got suckered into going and while she did in fact at least want to visit New Mexico, there was something she wanted to do more.

Nevada had, surprisingly, not been on her route but a few GPS tweaks later and she was at least en route. It was at a rest stop, diner burger in a to go package on her knees as she sat in her car, where she pulled out her cellphone to text Rock.

Hey, sexy. I need your address. I'm sending you something I think you'll enjoy and no, you're not allowed to ask what. Just enjoy the surprise.