Rain started to fall an hour after we left, but there was no awkwardness, no tension, there was just calm.
“Are you hungry?” He asks, glancing at me for half a second.
“ I could eat,” I confess.
“Why didn’t you say anything? I’m not gonna bite you,” I roll my eyes.
“Sir, I know you’re not implying that I’m scared of you.”
He chuckles, “are you?”
“‘No, i just didn’t feel the hunger until you mentioned it.”
“Whatever you say,” he grins, “where would you like to stop?”
I shrug, “anywhere is fine.”
Ten minutes later we had lots of food, and the tank had been filled up again. At the gas station I grabbed chocolate and chips, because there’s were always relatively cheaper.
“So . . .” I drawl, as I hold his sub from subway up to his mouth so that he could bite from it while driving, “
