“I’m not.”
She gave me a look.
I turned back toward the window.
“Fine.”
“Thank you.”
“I’m thinking about a lot of things.”
“Like?”
I hesitated.
“Everything.”
That seemed to satisfy her.
For a few minutes, she didn’t say anything else.
Then her phone rang.
She glanced at the screen.
I saw the name before she turned it over.
Her boyfriend.
She ignored the call.
I looked at her.
“You should answer.”
“I’ll call him back.”
“He’ll survive.”
She gave me a look.
“I know he’ll survive.”
“Then answer the phone.”
“I said I’ll call him back.”
I smiled faintly.
“Lena.”
“What?”
“You have plans tonight.”
Her expression changed.
“I can cancel.”
“No.”
“Summer.”
“I’m serious.”
“I can cancel.”
“And I’m telling you not to.”
She looked back at the road.
“I don’t want to leav
