"Why do you still eat like a kid? You have breadcrumbs on your lip," He said, taking me aback as I checked my lips in the rearview mirror to be sure he wasn't teasing me or something, but he was right! I had milk and breadcrumbs on my lower lip and both corners of my mouth; I sighed as I dipped my hand into my bag, brought out my handkerchief, and gently dabbed the crumbs off.

"Thank you…" I mumbled, which he ignored, and focused on the driveway. The drive was tranquil; only the noise from the traffic could be heard. I looked out through the closed window, trying to...