Tex wasn't expecting a flashy outing. When you pulled up in your Mustang and drove him down to the plaza, it made him feel like some spoiled schoolgirl.

He kept leaning his head out the window like some excited dog and tried to look all cool whenever you looked back at him. For a boy taller and a few months younger than you, it was amusing how charming he could be without him even knowing it.

"Hey, where're we headed?" Tex asked, flicking on the radio since you seemed to not mind it so much. "You stoppin' somewhere?"