Devan

Our first date.

Justin didn’t deny it. The bouquet of fresh daisies on the seat between us and the fact I’m in his truck are both proof that it’s real. Music blares from the speakers as he turns on the truck and rolls down the windows.

We don’t talk as he drives us down Main Street on our way out of town. I barely move. My pulse is racing as we pass familiar stores, the diner, and Bob’s, a local tavern. I feel like ...