and you said just drive and i obliged. turned the keys in the ignition, put my foot on the gas, and made a run for it. the windows were three-quarters down and the dashboard smelled faintly of old pinecones. the radio was broken, but the low hum of the engine was enough to fill the silence.
we drove and drove. every so often, we'd stop at a light and the thirty seconds between red and green were some of the longest of my life. i had two eyes on the road, but i wondered where your eyes were. if you were also fixated on the black asphalt and street signs; or if you were looking out the passenger window; or if you were looking at me.
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