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Short, but Speedy

"I like your hair in a braid." Ethan commented.
"Thanks. I like your hair natural"
"Thanks, haha."
I had my dark brown hair in a braid today. I wouldn't have survived if it was down. He also normally gels his dirty blonde hair back. Not like a greaser from the 70's, but so it poofs up a bit.
He was on the highway and I rolled my window down. I stared at the clouds as people began to stare at me through their windows. No wonder we have so many car accidents. I just rolled my window back up.
"So wanna go back to my house or what?" I questioned.
"Well, it's five o clock and I have no plans Saturday so I guess we can go to your house."
"Ok, nice."
He started to drive towards my house. We don't live that far from each other. Maybe a 10 minute drive at the most, and that is with traffic. We live in a little town, in the more southern side.
He pulled into my driveway and we stepped out of the car. He hurried in front of me because I always walk faster than him even though I'm shorter. He's got to be about 5'9, and I'm about 5'4. When he got in front of me he opened the door to lead me in. He bowed down as he opened the door and motioned his arm into the house as I stopped walking.
"After you, madame."
"Thanks." I said as I chuckled and shook my head.