1983.

It was raining outside and their body heat inside her ancient beetle was causing the windows to fog. Renata shook out her hair, little droplets flying everywhere. Her laughter was big and delighted and infectious. "I can't believe that worked!" She crowed, wriggling out of the borrowed suit jacket and tossing it into the back seat where it immediately slithered to the floorboards. "Did you see that guy? He looked like he was going to shit a brick!"

He leaned against the passenger door, feeling grimy even though they'd just made a mad dash through the pouring rain. Three days in jail would do that to a person. "Thanks for springing me."

She grinned at him, "Saving the day makes me hungry, let's go get food."

"Do we have money for that?" He furrowed his brow, tallying the stash they kept in the HR Pufnstuf lunchbox under the driver's seat. Renata smirked at him and flashed her teeth in a grin that was almost shark-like.

"I am captivating. I am a mystery. I hold universes in my eyes, lover," she turned the key in the ignition and the old beetle sputtered to life. "I think I can manage ten measly bucks for a pizza." She pulled on the gear shift and the car lurched. "Besides," she looked at him from under her lashes and the look was both coy and mercenary, "in case you haven't noticed, some people think I'm just too damn pretty to go hungry."

Present day.

Jacob opened and closed his eyes, trying to remember what the hell he was doing when his mind wandered. Right. He clicked through a few emails from his lawyers, not even slightly interested in the updates to various lawsuits and acquisitions. He sighed, business could be incredibly exciting, but more often than not, it was incredibly boring.

He wondered why he'd been thinking of Renata. He smiled faintly, he hadn't thought of her in...it must have been years. Not since he heard she'd married whatsisname anyway. He sat back in his chair, drumming his fingers lightly on the arm. The last time he'd seen her she'd been wearing a power suit. One of those serious eighties numbers with the shoulder pads and the big buttons. Her wild hair had been slicked back into a severe bun, and she'd had a pair of massive sunglasses on her face. A shiny leather valise at her hip.

We grow up, we grow apart, she'd said. She'd taken a position as a law clerk with a supreme court justice and he'd been...disappointed wasn't even the right word. He chuckled softly, betrayed, devastated. He'd accused her of selling out their principles to uphold the government they were trying to overthrow.

She'd looked a little sick, truth be told. But she'd stood her ground on those court steps. And she'd told him there were two ways a person could change the world-either by becoming part of the system itself, or buying into it, and she didn't have the capital to do the latter.

So that's what he'd done.

1983.

"No! You cannot eat a pizza like that, what is wrong with you!" She was laughing so hard she could barely breathe. She fell against the mountain of pillows on her apartment floor and wheezed, waving her hand weakly for him to stop.

He was laughing himself, looking up from the plate in front of him as he drizzled ranch dressing on his pizza slice. "I like it this way."

"That is disgusting," she took a napkin and pressed it gently under her eyes, careful of her eye makeup. They had a large pie from Tony's, the pizza place below her apartment, the smell was always wafting up so she was always craving the stuff. And Tony thought she was pretty so he was forever giving her free food. Tonight's pie was peppers and mushrooms and sausage with tomato and olive.

The Ranch was the only thing that made it palatable.

She took a bite of her pizza slice and chased it with a sip of beer. Pink Floyd was playing on the radio. Renata scratched her head and gave him a long, long look. The sounds of the city wafted in from the half open windows. Her apartment wasn't air conditioned so even though it was raining outside she had to have the windows open or it was unbearable in the summer.

Jacob licked the dressing off his thumb and met her gaze, saying nothing, waiting silently.

"I'm glad you're out," she said finally, her eyes widening for a moment as though she'd say more, then she smirked, "but if you're really gonna eat that you're gonna have to brush your teeth before you come at me with that mouth."

"Oh yeah?" He said, challenge causing his eyebrows to go north.

"Uh, yeah," She took another sip of her beer. Then immediately squealed and flailed when he dove across the cushions to her. "-the pizza!"

They ended up having to order another pie from Tony. This one they paid for.