Chapter 63 Chapter

64 - "'The' Date." |Part I| "Where should I drive?" Seneca asks, turning to me with an excited grin, once we're all buckled up and ready to go. "Um." My cheeks heat up in embarrassment because I wanted it to be a surprise, and now, the fact that I don't know how to drive—despite being eighteen freaking years old—has forced me in a situation to disclose that detail. "How about I give the directions?" I look at her hopefully, and she considers it for a second in silence. She then nods in agreement, and I take solace in the fact that at least a semblance of surprise will be remaining. She might not know the human city that well, to guess where we're going to. A guy can hope. "Okay..." She sighs and pulls the car into drive, following my instructions. ☘ ☘ ☘ "Where are we going?" Seneca repeats the question for what seems like the millionth time, being surprising