Fletcher pulled up in front of Julia’s parents’ house and beeped the horn of his old mini. He was surprised the horn still made a sound when he pressed the steering wheel’s centre pad.
She bounded down the front steps, a thin scarf more for fashion than function flowing behind her. She opened the passenger side door, slid into the seat, and immediately removed a compact mirror from her purse to check her makeup and shoulder-length brown hair.
Fletcher contemplated leaning over to give her a kiss before pulling away, but she seemed too preoccupied with her grooming and primping to acknowledge him yet.
“Well? What are you waiting for? You taking me to lunch or not? Vamoose!” Julia snapped her fingers twice and gestured to the road in front of them.
Fletcher absentmindedly leaned toward h
