"I thought you said she was a good driver," I whispered, looking over at her as the car swerved to avoid another car.
"Well you wouldn't have gone with us if I told you the truth," she shrugged, holding her cigarette out the window.
"Yea yea," I mumbled and let my eyes watch the trees pass. It was a funny thing to be driving with the windows down when it was 50 degrees outside, but I didn't mind. The wind felt nice and so did her hand next to mine.
