“What kind of music are you listing to?” I ask. I need a distraction from not knowing where he is taking me. I don’t mind surprises, but the secrecy about it always makes me nervous.
“It’s rock music, you know. The music you listen to if you go clubbing, but you wouldn’t know, ‘cause you don’t do clubbing.” and he chuckles. I don’t know if he was making a joke or being sarcastic. So I kept silent for the rest of the drive. My head resting against the window. We left the city and are on the highway now. Even so, there is no clue to we’re going. I’m anxious to ask, but knowing Griffin, he would just shoot me with a glare and keep quiet. So that’s what I do, keep quiet.
We’re close now” I notice the beach and it’s beautiful. I take in the surroundings and I have to admit it is a sur
