"How long is this going to take?"
"It's a mystery."
"I hate mysteries."
"You're a mystery yourself."
We've been sitting in Michael's car for about 25 minutes, much longer than I had expected to. He claimed the drive to my new house was 'just down the road' and would 'only take a few minutes',but it's been just a tad longer and I was starting to get fidgety. I don't quite know if it was from the nerves or excitement, or a mix of both. Probably both.
We were sitting in silence, a comfortable one. We haven't talked very much the whole way here, but we didn't need to. Chances are I was going to be distracted by my thoughts anyways. Just as the idea left my head, Michael pulled into a familiar neighborhood. I took my legs off his dashboard, something that he'd gotten used to after weeks of
