Upon waking up, Brayden said today is neighborhood promenade day. He held up a credit card and promise me endless shopping. Although I didn't see any market outside the building when we pulled out of the parking blocks or on our way to the mall but I didn't care, I'm keener about what I can turn my wardrobe into without my mother's prospects when I have unlimited access to the credit card Brayden gave me.
"Where are we going?" I ask while he's driving on the double-lane road.
"Los Angeles for the first time."
Oh, shoot!
"Yes." I grinned. I hope he can't tell I am faking it.
"Excited?" He asked, and I hummed, given I forget how to pronounce words.
He glanced at me and exuberantly smiled.
"Cool."
Later, while there is a serene aura and a G-Eazy song is playing in the background, I we
