Maeve watched him sing-along on the song played on the stereo. She laughed at him when he moved his mouth without saying a word. Or said nonsense in the following lines.
And he said it was his favorite song.
Favorite indeed!
“Your favorite song, and you can’t sing a line correctly.”
“I just did, sang everything. I could dance perfectly well, but I’m driving. You moved to the side, your hands..”
“Just drive.”
“Are you doubting me?”
“I can’t Right.”
“You’ve to believe me.”
“Sure I do, you could even do the hula dance.”
He hurled her a playful glare. And was interrupted when he was about to reply to her. A call came through his phone.
He stares at the caller ID.
Linda.
Why is she calling him?
He thought they talked already, what else does she want.
“Ain’t you answ
