As we drove through the streets, I pestered her like a little kid going to Disneyland.
“Are we there yet? Are we there yet?” I bounced up and down in my seat, the blindfold covering my vision.
“Has the car stopped yet?” she asked me, in a sarcastic tone.
“No,” I replied, knowing where this was going.
“Well, then, no, we are not there yet.” She laughed, answering me.
I pouted and crossed my arms. My mind was reeling. I kept trying to imagine where we could possibly be going. Maybe the zoo? That would be cute. I had been wanting to go there for a while. I mentioned it to her every time we passed by.
I knew it wasn’t a nice restaurant, due to the early time. Unless it was a breakfast place, but I couldn’t imagine her taking me to a Waffle House to romance me.
Maybe she was taking me to
