Finally, at 7:02, an older looking Toyota Camry pulled into her driveway. She looked out the window and saw Joe sitting behind the driver’s seat. The window was down, and he was looking expectantly at her front door. Wasn’t he going to come in? His hand was poised over the horn, and she thought, If he blows that horn at me, so help me, I’m not going on this date.
When it seemed clear he wasn’t coming to the porch, Valerie made sure she had everything she needed and went out the door, locking it behind her. “Hey, Val!” Joe called, still inside the car. “You look pretty.”
“Thank you,” Valerie said, managing a smile, though her teeth were clenched. She wanted to add that she had no idea how he looked since he was still sitting in his car but she bit her tongue. Maybe they did things differe
