Abby’s POV
“What kind of music do you like?” Willa asks me when he runs his engine and the radio comes on.
I love the interior of his car.
“Mmmm I listen to kinds of music, play anything you like.” I respond.
“Well, there is one rule in this car.” He says as he starts driving away from our house.
“What rule is that?” I ask curiously to know his car rules.
“The first time someone rides with me, their music plays and depending on what they play, they might just be lucky enough to play their music again in my car.” She smiles.
A chuckle escapes me. “Why is there such a rule?”
“Because I have bad taste in music and so I let people expose me to their kind of music first.” He says with a chuckle in between.
What he just said kind of makes sense, but I hope my music isn’t as bad
