"Why don't you have a girlfriend?"
Except for the soft hum of tires on the asphalt road, the car ride had been pretty quiet up until that point. Glancing over, I see her gazing through the window out at the sky, watching as the clouds float by with wide eyes. I've seen those eyes enough before to know that there's something on her mind. Maybe this is why she's been so quiet.
Chuckling I ask, "Has this been why you were so quiet?"
"No, I just really have to pee," she says wincing.
Okay so maybe I misread her eyes by a little bit.
"Really? You couldn't have gone back at chic-fil-a?"
"I didn't have to go then," she says shrugging.
"Wow. I had no idea we were now three year old children."
"Oh don't give me that! We've all had our fair share of 'I didn't have to go then' moments."
"Yes, but not five minutes after leaving a restaurant with a perfectly good restroom."
"Shut up," she snaps. "Just get to my house faster."
"Um last I checked there was this thing called a 'speed limit'. I'm sure you've heard of it. It's kinda important."
"Well how fast are we going now?"
"Fifty-five.
"And how fast is the speed limit?"
"Fifty-five."
"I don't think I'm gonna make it."
"No, you're going to make it. You are not peeing in my car.
"I'll just try to distract myself," she says sighing in defeat. "So how come you don't have a girlfriend?"
"Don't know," I say with a shrug. "Guess I just haven't found that person to 'sweep me off my feet' yet." We make a right turn and enter Caitlin's neighborhood.
She raises an eyebrow. "Aren't you the one that's supposed to be sweeping the girl off her feet?"
The car smoothly pulls into the driveway of a white, two story house and calmly comes to a stop behind an ocean blue BMW. I put the car into park.
"Yeah, well, you know what I mean."
Laughing she opens her door, "Well while you figure that out, I really have to go pee, so, seeya! She slams the car door, sprints up the driveway, leaps up the stairs taking them two at at a time, and lands on top of the welcome mat. Just before entering her house, she turns around, smiles, and waves goodbye. Smiling, I wave back, put the car into reverse, back out, and drive away. In my rear view mirror I see her watch me for a second and then go inside. What an interesting lunch that was.
