Secrets on Phones
According to the GPS we’re less then an hour out, Aileen has been fairly quiet since the diner, she’s been quiet this whole trip and now the closer we get to our destination the more anxious she gets, for 10 minutes she’s been readjusting her seat, putting her legs on the dash, taking them down, crossing them, sitting on them, but worst of all, Aileen keeps looking between her phone and the GPS and sighing opening the phone finding a number then closing the phone then she begins readjusting all over again. This has been going on for about twenty minutes now, I put my hand on her thigh, she stops settling in the position with her legs on the dash, “do you want to get out and stretch?” I ask looking from the road and her. Aileen smiles, I park in the next pull over to her request, Aileen i
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