That stupid old pickup truck— And, the stupid charming guy that drove it. The one that you did your very best to hate. Which, it went smoothly sometimes. However, then, Cole would make a nice gesture and it would all go back to the start.

It was hard to hate him when he actually tried.

And, that’s what he was doing now. The truck slows down next to you, the passenger window rolled down and Cole’s voice shouts out.

“Need a ride?”