Sirius stopped midsentence as a boxy, mid-2000s era white minivan with a single, dark green door slowly pulled up to the curb. It had a faded, "Honk if You Love Beanie Babies" bumper sticker on the back windshield. The driver’s window rolled down, and Remus waved at Sirius with a smile that nearly knocked the air out of his lungs. Fuck, he was handsome. When would it stop catching him off guard?