Angels and Skulls

“Do you want a ride?”

“Me?”

“Yeah you.”

“Oh, I don’t know. Do you have a license to drive that thing?”

“It’s definitely not street legal, and neither am I.”

“That makes you both sound a little dangerous.”

“Naw, I’ll keep all three of us upright. I promise.”

She laughs, and it pulls at something in my chest. I want to make her do it again.

“So, do you want a ride or not?”

“Yeah, I guess.”