With his hands stuffed in his pockets he looked over his shoulder. "Your welcome." It might have been the first time he'd meant saying it. He ran back over to her, a quick kiss on her lips and then ran out the door. Back in his car he hung that necklace over his rear view mirror like a prize. He stared at it as it moved while he cranked the car. For some reason he didn't quite enjoy having it in his collection as he thought. Maybe he'd change his mind when he displayed it at home. There was a pride in the things he accumulated. He was one massive pack rat. He poked the locket with his finger, slipping his shades on and spinning out of her parking lot.