Olivia
Rock is smiling ever so slightly, his mind somewhere else, I assume. I'm right here, though. I'm focused entirely on Rock, upset that I can't stop looking at him. I'm trying so hard to think of all the reasons why I should be thinking of anybody or anything else, but my brain doesn't believe any of them. Stupid, traitorous brain.
The cops drop us off at a Denny's, where we sit and sip sodas while we wait for a car service. The orangutan enclosure event is long over, but Rock insists that we go to San Diego, anyway.
He snaps out of his reverie and smiles wide at me. "That bastard is going to get it. I just have to figure how to do it. He's trashed two of my cars. Two!"
"Why does he keep doing it?"
"No reason. I mean, there was the time in high school when I glued him to the ceil
