4
Driving into town during the day was a much different experience than Tim had had driving to the BnB the night before. It was daylight, for starters, so he could actually see what he was driving past—he hadn’t missed much.
“Don’t worry, it gets a lot more interesting pretty soon,” Ryan said from the passenger seat, his lap full of reusable tote bags. That’s good, Tim thought, because if I have to look at another tree or another sad looking little mom and pop store, I think I might ask for a refund.
“Can you read minds or something?” Tim asked.
“No, but I’m pretty good at reading faces.”
“What did my face say, then?”
“That you were bored to tears.”
“I still wager you’re a mind reader.”
“Well, I am taking classes for it in my spare time at the community center,” Ryan said, sticking
