"Do you remember the first day we met?"
"Monday, July eleventh." He didn't even have to think.
"Wow." Jack's voice was full over wonder, a smile building in between the letters.
"Secret Service provides protection for major candidates one hundred and twenty days before the election. That was the day I reported to you."
Snorting, Jack chuckled. "That was almost sweet."
"You were wearing your blue suit. The one that makes your eyes look like stars. And a yellow tie. Everyone was teasing you about the tie. I thought you looked amazing. Presidential."