“You can go ahead and eat, I don’t mind. I just need to concentrate — hey, pick a lane, asshole!” She glared out the window and hit the gas, falling silent except for occasionally grumbly mutters and swear words until they reached the highway. Finally her shoulders relaxed. “Okay. Fries? I need fries.”
He kept passing her food as she asked for it, and they talked companionably for a while, about other plans for the summer, and a little bit about grades, although she sensed he didn’t want to linger on that subject. After a while he settled back against the headrest and napped, and she drove quietly, soft wind kissing her cheek. She woke him up again when they got to the bay, so he could see the way the light glittered off the water.
Laughing aloud and watching her with a fond and crooked smile, Isaac nodded and tore open his bag, inhaling his food within moments and then settling back to rub at his pleasantly full stomach.
Content to sit there and hand her food, they chatted about every possible topic in an attempt to pass the time before Isaac eventually drifted off, curls ruffling as the wind filled the car, tousling up the unruly locks. As she awoke, he stretched and winced as his back cracked, scratching at the strip of skin showing as his shirt had ridden up, before he gazed in awe at the scenery around them. “Oh wow…”
“Have you never been this way before? Sometimes when I visit my aunt down here I go this way.” She resisted the temptation to pet that skin, just taking his hand. “We’re almost there. Are you hungry again? I thought — I brought a surprise for you. I thought we could just wander down the beach?”