“I’m sorry. My sarcasm is very refined.” *** “Cool,” she said, entering the address into her phone. It began to give her directions and they took off, driving down the street.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you," he said, cleaning his glasses. "It's just... you called me a teacher's pet." * * * Val glanced at him. "Want to listen to some music?"
"No need to be sorry. I forget that my humor is too ahead of its time to be appreciated," he teased. * * * She grinned and turned on the radio. "Do you sing?"
"But seriously, Cal. I'm having a really good time." * * * She smirked, glancing out of the corner of her eye. "Are you good?"
"I mean, yeah... Are you?" * * * "Not with that kind of thinking," she replied smugly, turning up the music.
He grinned at her from across the table. "That's... wow. That's really cool." * * * She squinted at him. "When did you hear me sing?"
"I do. I was a little worried I was being too pry-y." * * * She glanced over at him. "You were supposed to be gone by then!"
He grinned, cleaning his glasses. "That's good. I'm glad." He was quiet before glancing up at her. "Would you want to go on a walk after this? It's okay to say no." * * * "Yeah, well, get used to it. I sing in the shower."
He raised his brows in surprise. "Wait, really?" * * * "Hm. I wasn't worried," she replied as they pulled up to his apartment. "Is this it?"
