“There’s a fire pit outside on the beach. The cabin has a tiny private bit of beach.” She shushed him when they pulled up at the fast food drive through, just asking him what he wanted. After they got their food, she handed him the bags. “Can you just hold mine until I get out on the highway? I don’t want to be distracted while we’re still in town.”
“Private, huh? Sounds perfect.” He hummed and licked at his lips, before nodding and settling back against the seat, casting a polite smile to their server. Cradling the bags to his chest as they pulled away from the Drive Thru, he sniffed and licked at his lips. “These smell delicious, by the way.”
“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.