They cracked up. This is how drives were supposed to be— hyper and laughing about everything and absolutely nothing
The wind rushed through the open car window, grabbing Estee’s sheitel and tangling it.
“Close it, close it,” she yelped.
Yonah grinned and shut the window; quiet filled the spaces where the wind had been, the scent of summer lingering in the air.
“Sorry, couldn’t resist.”
Estee wrinkled her nose. “Why are you reminding me of a puppy with his head out the window right now?”
“Woof, woof!”
They cracked up. This is how drives were supposed to be — hyper and laughing about everything and absolutely nothing.
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