“Where to?” he questioned.
“Hunter Village,”
“That’s not that far,”
“That’s why I told you I was fine,”
Harry smirked and switched the radio on. The music blasted through the car so loud the windows were shaking. I let out a disgusted sigh as my hand reached for the dial, turning the heavy metal down.
“Hey! That was a good song!” He whined as he turned the horrible music back up.
“Is not,” I said, turning it back down. He grunted, letting out a mumbled “fine”.
The song ended and I quickly changed the station to one of my favorites, 97.1. ‘Demons’ by Imagine Dragons was playing as I spun the dial up, but not near the max volume Harry played his music. The song lasted about twenty seconds before Harry just turned the radio completely off.
“You actually listen to that shit?” He said as he shook his head.
“Yes Harry, I do listen to that,” I laughed, “Your music wasn’t the best either,”
“My music was better that yours,”
“Not really,”
“Yes, really,”
“Whatever you say, Harry.”
He chuckled as I looked over to him. I noticed he had a dimple about as deep as Niagara Falls. I couldn’t help but reach out and try to touch it, but he caught my wrist without even taking his eyes off of the road.
“Don’t even think about it,”
“Ugh,” I sighed as I returned my hand back to its previous position in my lap.
“Why are girls so obsessed with dimples?” Harry wondered.
“Because they are cute,” I smiled.
“Does that make me cute?”
“Nope, just your dimple,” I lied.
“Unfair,” he smiled as he shook his head, never taking his eyes off the road.
The rest of the ride was silent, other than the occasional sound of a speeding car going pass us; we didn’t even look at each other.
As we approached the neighborhood, Harry was the one to break the silence.
“Which way?” He asked
“Turn right here.” I answered.
