Rocco“I thought you were a vegetarian?” She asked me once we were in the car.
“I am.”
“You’re wearing a leather jacket, though. So, you’re a sometimes vegetarian? Like when it makes you look hot to people?”
I know. It was my grandfather’s. Only thing I really have left of him. Those cows were gone way before me.”
“Oh.”
“So, you think I’m hot”
“I didn’t say that.”
“Yea, you did.”
“Where are we going?” She tried to change the subject.
“It’s okay if you think I’m hot. I think you’re pretty hot yourself.”
She cleared her throat and turned away to look out the window.
“Are you ever going to tell me where we are going?”
“Yep.”
“Well?”
“Well, what?”
“Where are we going?”
“Oh, I’ll tell you when we get there.”
“Dammit.”
“Do you always have to be in control?”
“No,” she said sassi
