On the road

The drive is quiet to start. You tell him your address, and then there’s a few minutes of silence. It’s awkward. Mr. Smith breaks the ice.

“Sorry about my wife. She can be a little pushy. How were the kids? Did you have any problems?”

“Oh, no, it’s fine. They were great,” you mumble.

“Good. So, got any plans for after the summer?”

“I’m going to college. Haven’t decided on a major yet.”

“I’m sure a girl as pretty as you will go far whatever she chooses to do.”

Being called pretty by such a hot older man makes your heart flutter. You’re at a loss for words.