“I’ll follow you,” I told him and waved for him to get into his own car.
He threw another one of those smiles at me before sliding into the seat of his furiously modern ‘07 Challenger that had just come out a few months before. I tried not to feel aggravated at the privilege he obviously lived with. He tore out of the parking space and I followed closely, which wasn’t hard since he went slower than I imagined he would. Maybe so my ancient car could keep up.
It wasn’t long before we pulled into a shopping mall and he parked in the middle of the almost deserted parking lot. My stomach turned in anxiety wondering if he was just a really good looking serial killer. He was quickly out of his car and knocking on my window. He pointed to a shop and I took a deep breath to calm my wild nerves before opening the door.
I followed him into a smoothie shop and felt a bit better. I watched his steps. Feet clad in the newest Vans shoes, khaki cargo shorts and that white t-shirt finished him off. I almost matched with my white tank top and white sports bra underneath with my light blue short-shorts and canvas shoes.
“2 bubble teas,” Tyler said to the cashier as he dug through his back pocket.