She's waiting for me at the end of the driveway, her earbuds in, shaking her head back and forth to the music. I pull my truck up to the curb and lean across the front seat to open the door for her.
"You're twelve minutes late."
She slams the door shut and pulls the seatbelt across her, fastening it before giving me an accusing look.
I give her a sideways glance as I shift the truck.
"Twelve? Really?"
"Yup. You know how I feel about punctuality. Lateness is a trait of disrespect, and it gives the person waiting for you time to think about your other shortcomings."
"Is that right?"
Kyra has a thing for quotes lately.
"Yes."
"I'm fairly confident I don't have any shortcomings, Kyra."
"Except lateness."
"I can live with that. There's a lot worse things a person can be."
"Yeah, lik
