Notes Passing Thru The Night

Austin's been working second shift. I work first shift. We both live so far from work, by the time I get home, he's already gone. So we see each other for a few hours on weekends. Much of our communication these past few weeks has been through notes left sitting on the stove.

In case you can't read our handwriting or the photo quality is bad,
Me: Would you prefer pumpkin soup or pumpkin pie?

Pie is circled.

Austin (crossed out): There's a cheesy bean & rice burrito in the fridge. You can have it if you want.

Austin: I ate it. You would hate it. I love you. I love you. I love you. (drawing of an eye + heart + U)