Dustin
I unlocked the car doors, and McKenna slid into the passenger seat. She tossed her bag onto the back seat and flashed me a grateful smile.
"Thanks for the ride again. I could've taken Uber home, though," she said, fastening her seatbelt.
"Eh, it's no problem. I figured you'd appreciate the company," I replied casually, starting the engine.
"Why would you assume that?" she asked, a curious expression on her face.
I glanced at her and smirked. "Why would I assume what?" I quipped, playing innocent.
"You know what I mean. Why assume I need company?" she asked.
"Most girls do since I am...you know...ridiculously good looking," I said nonchalantly.
McKenna rolled her eyes at my self-assured comment. "Ridiculously good looking, huh? Modesty is clearly your strong suit."
I chuckle
