“See you later. Bye, Laurel.” I wave to the little one, then I run up to the car Milo’s driving. I’ve only been used to seeing him in the work’s van.
“Is this yours?” I say as I climb into the passenger seat.
“Sure is. Vauxhall Corsa Sport. 1.4; so not too much of a gas guzzler.”
I smiled inwardly at his pride in what to me was a shiny black car that looked nice. It was making my Ford Focus that he’d parked in front of look even more dilapidated.
“I put a clean painting sheet on the back seat, just in case of accidents.”
I turned and looked behind me. “That’s great. Thanks so much. I brought a blanket but yes, the more protection the better, just in case.”
He set off. “You excited?”
I exhaled. “And nervous. I can’t wait, Milo. I really can’t f*****g wait.”
After arriving at the ani
