Mateo opens the door for her, and she slides into the passenger seat. When he climbs in, she asks him where they are going, but he just smiles and doesn’t tell her. They drive through the city and get onto the interstate.
“Okay, now you have to tell me where we are going.” Maggie giggled.
“Do you always have to ruin a surprise?”
“No, I just like knowing where I’m going. I like to be prepared.”
“No, sweetness. You like to be in control, and I’m sorry to inform you, but you might think you are in control of this situation, but you aren’t. The moment you told us to decide where to take you for these dates, was the moment you gave up that control.”
“What do you mean, I like being in control?”
“You’ve always liked it. You were the one who told me to come to your house that first time. I m
