Gideon opened the passenger side door to his sleek new Rover, before he moved his musical instruments to the boot. The car smelled like his bubble gum cologne and new leather. Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath in. I looked at the backseat and beamed at my bag.
The drive to our building barely took three minutes. Gideon pulled the car into the empty area reserved for him. He put it in park, then sat back, making no effort to exit the car.
Silence ensured for a few minutes before I asked. "Your Dad's been away for so long now. When is he gonna get back?"
"Sometime next week. He's having a misunderstandings with the manager of his companies abroad."
"That rich huh?"
"Yeah. We're fairy wealthy."
"Where does your family live?"
"I grew up in San Francisco. My mother still lives there.
