Nope, let's get out of here

Zack stared dumbfounded at Sarah as they exited the clinic and walked across the parking lot. She was looking around wide-eyed as though she was seeing the world for the first time. A dopey smile was fixed on her face. She whistled a few bars of a tune he couldn't place, then laughed. He still wasn't sure exactly how to interact with her in this state.

As they reached the car, she noticed her reflection in the window and put her hand to her mouth. "Oh my god, Zack! I'm beautiful!" She let out a little squeal of happiness. Zack couldn't help but smile. He could count on one hand the number of times she had said anything positive about herself, and here she was just cooing over her own reflection. He realized that this was probably the first time she'd ever looked at herself without the crushing weight of self-loathing. It was like she finally saw what everyone else did.

He unlocked the car and she slid smoothly into her seat, then stretched lazily. "Zack, I can't believe how good I feel. I didn't know it was possible to feel like this! We should do something fun!"

He eyed her warily. "Like what?" he asked, the doctor's warnings about impulsive behavior still ringing in his ears.

"I wanna get ice cream!"

They stared at each for a moment, then both burst out laughing. He was so worried that she'd want to try skydiving or buy a piano, but she just wanted ice cream. For her part, Sarah was doubled over laughing. She wiped tears from her eyes and looked up at him. He smiled back. "Ok, let's get some ice cream."

The closest ice cream place was about ten minutes away, so he took the opportunity to ask Sarah about how she was feeling. "So, babe, what's it like? I know it feels good, but can you give me any more details?"

She laughed and took his hand, bringing it to her face. He felt the soft, warm skin of her cheek. "I don't know if I can put it into words, but I'll try. It's just the best, best feeling in the world. It's kind of like being drunk, but not quite. Everything feels so good right now! Your hand on my face, my clothes brushing against my skin, even the funky old smell of your car. I love you so much, Zack. Without all of the horrible feelings I had before, I can really see it - I can't believe how much I love you."

Zack took all this in thoughtfully. Did she really love him, or was it just the ****? Of course she loved him in her own way, through a miasma of depression and self-loathing. But was this newfound love really her uncovered feelings or just a side effect of this profound new treatment? He decided to push a little.

"So what if I decided to break up with you today?"

She grinned at this. "Are you?"

"Of course not." he said. "But what if I told you I never want to see you again? What if I said I hated you and I regret ever having met you?"

She cocked her head as she thought about it, setting his hand down. "I don't know, it's a weird thought. Normally that would send me deep into a spiral of suicidal ideation, but I just can't seem to get that upset about it. This is really weird! I don't like the idea of you leaving me, but it just doesn't bother me at all." She laughed. "Look at that guy out there spinning that sign! He's really good at that, don't you think?"

Zack was caught off guard by her distraction. He realized that his question hadn't upset her at all. He knew it wouldn't, of course, but it was still shocking to see it in action. It was like punching through sugar glass - you know it'll shatter easily but you're still shocked when it actually happens.

While he pondered this, Sarah was starting to sway slightly. He noticed her lips part slightly, and realized she was gently rubbing her breasts along the seat belt that divided them. He glanced down at her cleavage, and when he looked up she was grinning at him impishly. "You like what you see, big guy?"

At this point they were getting close to the ice cream shop, but Zack was starting to get hard. This ice cream shop didn't have a drive through, and he suddenly wasn't in the mood for ice cream. She laughed when she noticed his growing erection.

"Oh my God, Zack, you have a boner! I'm giving you a boner with these!" She thrust her chest out, causing her bosom to jiggle slightly under the pressure of the belt. He inhaled sharply and reminded himself to keep his eyes on the road.

"I'm thinking we can get ice cream later, babe."