Devan
Our first date.
Justin didn't deny it. The bouquet of fresh daisies on the seat between us and the fact I'm in his truck are both proof that it's real. Music blares from the speakers as he turns on the truck and rolls down the windows.
We don't talk as he drives us down Main Street on our way out of town. I barely move. My pulse is racing as we pass familiar stores, the diner, and Bob's, a local tavern. I feel like there's a spotlight on us, yet the people walking along the sidewalks don't seem to notice. The farther out of town we get, the more open fields and fewer structures we pass and the less my nerves are on edge.
Smiling, I lift my face to the breeze as his truck bounces along back roads toward Empire Quarry. Trees lining the roads are filled with green leaves. The world
