“Do you want a ride?” “Me?” “Yeah you.” “Oh, I don’t know.
Do you have a license to drive that thing?” “It’s definitely not street legal, and neither am I.” “That makes you both sound a little dangerous.” “Naw, I’ll keep all three of us upright.
I promise.” She laughs, and it pulls at something in my chest. I want to make her do it again. “So, do you want a ride or not?” “Yeah, I guess.”
