Venny's Assistant

4

"Put on some music If you'd like," she smiled, starting up her Tesla and  putting our destination into the auto drive.

I picked up her phone and scrolled through her music, before stopping and staring at the list of albums.

"You lying bitch!" I laughed.

"I'm sorry?" she frowned.

"You have every Cigarettes album ever on your downloads!" I showed her the phone and she blushed and looked away.

"They're still not the best," she muttered, under her breath.

"Then who is?" I asked again, expecting her previous answer.

"I'd have to say Fleetwood Mac,"

"YOU LIKE FLEETWOOD?!" I yelled.

"YES!" She shouted back.

"I LOVE FLEETWOOD!"

"Then put some on, sweetheart," she smirked, using the pet name I had given her during our first interaction.

I pressed shuffle on the Fleetwood songs and Ms Venable turned up the volume to a deafening level, making 'Tango In The Night' blare throughout the car, as it started to drive itself somewhere.

"Where are we actually going?" I laughed, as we kept dancing to the song.

"It's a small coffee shop downtown that's got a library in it," she smiled.

"You like to read?"

"When I get the chance," she sighed.

"I do," I smiled.

"What's your favourite book?"

"Hmmm... either Gatsby or To Kill a Mockingbird,"

"Do you think Nick was gay for Gatsby?"

"Yes. You?"

"Definitely," she giggled.

"We have arrived," the car announced, making us jump and then laugh again.

We walked into the shop and I smiled, as the smell of coffee flooded my senses.

"You like?" She smirked from beside me.

"Yeah," I laughed, and we sat down in some sofa chairs, before ordering lunch, and reading for an hour, before going back to work.