he doesn't ride a motorcycle, thank god
his car is fairly nice though
he probably has a rich father
"nice car"
she states the obvious
he knows he has a nice car
he most likely flaunts it to his friends, perhaps he posts pictures of it on instagram
how wonderfully drab
he doesn't open the door for her
they share a look over the car's hood, one of understanding
adeline hates cliches, she's pleasantly surprised he gets that
the car smells like boy, a weirdly enticing mixture of abercrombie and fitch cologne and pine trees
there could be some vanilla in the mix as well
she wouldn't care to elaborate
YOU ARE READING
into the woods (on hold)
Short Story*on hold until further notice* she took off her shoes and walked into the woods she felt lost and found with every step she took and she explored things she never would have dared to before
