We took a small detour on our way home.
She was the one driving then, one hand lazily on the wheel, humming softly along to whatever song was playing. Halfway through the drive, she suddenly slowed down and pulled over to the side of the road.
I turned to her, confused. "What are you doing?"
She smiled like she'd just made up her mind about something. "Switch with me."
I blinked. "...What?"
> "I wanna look at your face while we drive."
I thought she was joking—until she actually killed the engine.
"Really?" I asked, trying not to laugh.
She shrugged, that smug little grin creeping up. "What? It's not my fault you're so lookable."
I stared at her for a second before shaking my head with a small smile. "You're unbelievable."
"I get that a lot," she said, grinning wider.
So yeah. That's how I ended up behind the wheel.
