Her heart skips a beat looking at him. In a very short amount of time, she’s become very fond of him.

“Oh, I bet you’ll think of me a lot when you’re out there all alone at night in your tent,” she teases. Robert is being sweet and she’s being raunchy. His thumb is so tender against her cheek though that if she doesn’t make jokes, she might start to cry. Midge can’t cry yet. They’re not even at the airport.

“When I’m not onstage, when the city gets quiet, as it sometimes does, I’ll be thinking of you too.”