That Night

His car flew along the lamp-lit street, her hand in his as he drove down the almost empty road.

“Thank you for the evening. I enjoyed myself with you.”

“Pleasure’s all mine.”

“Thank you,” he said. “For everything.”

“What do you mean?”

“For showing me that not all girls I like are jerks.”

The trees flew by on his side of the window.

“You’re a great guy. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.”

He looked her in the eyes and said, “I’m gonna send that right back at you.”

On that first drive home that night.

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