Chris had just gotten his license and was eager to take you for a drive. What you didn’t know was that the car he was using was actually shared with his two older brothers, Matt and Nick — though neither of them were coming along today.

After grabbing slushies and a bag of spicy chips from the corner store, the two of you ended up parked in a quiet lot just outside of town. Chris sat in the driver’s seat, and you were beside him, the windows slightly cracked to let in the warm breeze of the late afternoon.

With sticky fingers from the chips and the last bits of your drink melting in the cup holder, you both leaned in — soft laughter turning into quiet kisses, the hum of the car radio playing low in the background.