August
He had to admit; the Lotus was a pretty sweet ride. Sure, he’d believed Doren when Doren said it was nice, he just hadn’t realized how cool “nice” was, even if they had played “adjust the volume knob on the stereo” against each other for the first hour of the trip. Doren won, but only because August got sick of trying to win some peace and quiet.
“You know,” August hollered over the radio, “if I’d known you were planning on driving like Mario Andretti I would have opted to ride in the bus.”
“What?” Doren yelled back, feigning dismay. “And miss all this stimulating conversation?”
They grinned at each other and Doren grabbed for August’s hand, holding it on the shifter underneath his own. August rested his head back on the seat, watching Doren’s face from the corner of his eye. It
