Summer braced herself for what Adam would say next. Most men she’d known were not easily receptive to her ideas and usually became very offensive, pulling out strange theories and talking points.
She waited for his comment, but it never came, only the sound of the car engine and birds chirping filled the air. The silence suffocated her in a way. She’d just bared a piece of herself to someone else. She didn’t know what she was expecting. Anger? Disagreement, anything but silence.
“What about you? What are your interests?” Summer asked. She almost thought he didn’t hear her when he gave no reply. Or did he not want to reply?
“Music.” Adam stated out of the blues. He had a ghost of a smile on his lips and his eyes were set on something far ahead. Though she was pretty sure he wasn’t lookin
