We drive past a forest of trees on a smooth silent road.
I grab my phone and press it on my ear.
"Hey babe." I say. "I'm on my way to see my dad. Sorry I couldn't wait for you. I wanted to do this alone."
"It's fine." Damien says on the phone. "Take care and call me if you need anything. I love you."
"I love you, bye." I hang up.
Natalie is driving slowly and carefully down the smooth road, the wind rustling through her yellow hair. She's dressed casually in blue jeans and a black t-shirt but she still looks so beautiful. I remember growing up wanting to steal everything in her closet. I always thought she was so cool and so sophisticated from a young age. Except when she was being a total bìtch. I would go as far as to say she was one of the reasons I wanted to venture into fashion.
