"Hey," he greets me happily. It appears as though he'd changed into a decorative, short sleeve button up and a pair of light blue jeans. He tosses his work clothes into the backseat and tousles his hair. Offering me a large smile, he puts on his seatbelt and places his phone into an open spot between us.
"Hi," I mumble dryly and he furrows his eyebrows.
"You okay?" he asks.
"Yeah," I say, trying to sound a bit more cheerful. "Just hungry."
"I know just the spot," he assures me. He pulls out of the parking spot and drives in the direction of the mystery location. His phone lights up and I look at him to see if he noticed. His eyes are trained on the road.
"You got a text," I inform him, knowing I should just mind my business and keep my eyes locked on the passing trees.
"From who?" he
