Don’t make a scene, oh god, please don’t. The thoughts whirled around your head, watching Benny’s eyes drift towards the cars parked out front of the bar you had both decided to check out. His eyes twinkled with a sense of mischief and what was undeniably thoughts of tomfoolery. In other words, his usual expression, just worsened by like 10x.

Eventually, much to your dismay, he slammed his hands on the table and jumped up. Benny shot out the door like a rocket to excitedly begin exclaiming about the cars to everyone around and listening. With his wide range of knowledge — which was mainly due to autism technically speaking — he gathered quite the crowd…pretty fast.

Reluctantly, you trailed behind, wandering after him wearily to grab the back of his jacket and pull him away like a dog. For the sixth time that week…

It was only Tuesday.