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17. meets

"Hey! What the—can't you drive slowly?! You're trying to kill me here!"

"That's my fcking purpose." As he said this, he started driving the car properly. He only did that to piss her off since she always makes him feel annoyed.

Looking at the paper bag, Zoey asked, "Do you know Cole Danner, by the way?"

There was silence, no response.

"Hmm. How did you know I was in that store then? Like we basically live far from each other, I'm assuming of course and I was not so familiar with that place except for the girl and this Cole Danner because obviously it was suppose to be their meeting place and—" she paused as a thought came across her mind.

Her eyes widened as she was still looking at the bag. She covered her mouth with a hand and looked at the rear view mirror. Not long enough, he was looking back at her through it.

"Don't tell me you are—"

He cut her off, interrupting, "You talk too much." She opened her mouth to speak, only to be interrupted again. "And fast," he added.

"You are—"

"And you're dumb."

"Oh my gosh! You—"

"And you talk nonsense."

"What the—oops shut up! Let me speak and don't interrupt!" she said a bit too fast, with matching hand gestures and an accusing finger towards him.

"You don't get to tell me what to fcking do."

"Oh please. I'm not, I'm suggesting. Ha-ha."

He looked straight at the road and said nothing.

"Okay, good." she said. "So...are you?!"

"Am I what?"

"Cole Danner."

No response.

"Hellooo? Am I talking to the air here?"

"Maybe you are, chick. You've gone completely and fcking mad."

"I can't even—geez."

Zoey repeated the question again and again and said different theories as to why she arrived at that kind of conclusion. There was no response, just deafening silence. She wouldn't mind it, but she was desperate to end this so she could go back to reading at her room.

Zoey was about to give up, already letting out a heavy sigh when he suddenly spoke.