Bailey was silent the rest of the way home, sitting in the back of his mom's car as he thought about what he wanted with Palmer. Did he want more than dating with him? What did Palmer want? Did he want marriage?
"Stop thinking so hard." Sylvia reached over to flick him on the forehead. "I can see steam coming out of your ears."
Bailey scowled, rubbing his forehead and looking over at her. "No, you can't. Even if you could, why does it matter?"
"Because I know you. You're sitting there brooding about what Mom said."
"I'm not brooding!"
"Then what would you call it?"
"Thinking."
Sofia snorted from the front seat. "You're brooding, Bailey. Deal with it." She replied.
"I am not." Bailey huffed, crossing his arms over his chest as he leaned back in his seat.
"And now you're pouting."
