9
Josh
“If you don’t mind, I need to make one little stop before we hit the road.” Serge said as he opened the door of his steel gray Jaguar for me. I’d never been inside of one before, and it was incredibly luxurious.
“Sure.”
I closed my eyes for a moment, enjoying the feel of the soft leather when suddenly the sound of grinding electric guitars blaring through the speakers caused me to jump.
“Whoa! What are you listening to?” I muttered, then turned to see a devilish glint in Serge’s eyes.
“Metallica.” He turned down the music. “I love driving to them. Head banging music is awesome.” Serge pulled out into traffic, his fingers tapping to the beat.
“I guess I never expected you to listen to this kind of music.” I said. Personally, heavy metal wasn’t my preference. It made me tense.
