He drove. I hadn't expected that.

I'd been driving myself everywhere this month to the drive-in alone on Route 9, to the concert in the rain, to the amusement park where I'd waited two hours and left with cotton candy I didn't ask for. I'd gotten so used to the front seat being just mine that when Ethan came downstairs with his jacket on and his keys already in his hand, I actually paused at the bottom of the stairs.

"You know where it is?" I said.

"Riverside Drive-In. Route 9." He held the front door open. "I looked it up."

So he knew. He'd known exactly where I'd been...