As soon as we were seated in Zach's Lexus, he turned to me and asked, "Are you hungry?"
"Not really, but if you are hungry, I have no objection to stopping somewhere to grab a bite to eat," I quickly replied as I pulled the seatbelt over me.
When I glanced at him, he was smiling as he asked, "Were you being serious about wanting to stop for a pack of cigarettes?"
"Hell yes, I was serious," I deadpanned, making him laugh again.
Suddenly, somebody knocked on my window. As soon as I turned my head, I groaned in frustration. I rolled the window down a tiny bit, then angrily spat, "What the f**k did I tell you yesterday?"
"Please Willow, don't be like this," Jackson begged on the other side of the window. I scoffed and pretended to be interested in my fingernai
