Country, huh?

She motions for me to pull into the nearest parking lot, so I do. After I’m thoroughly panicked and we’re both parked, I hear her door slam and then she’s at my window. I turn off the music and roll down the window.
“No, keep it on. I love country!” she says enthusiastically. “So, watcha been up to?”
“…You love country?” I am dumbstruck.
She chuckles at me and nods. “Of course! Love it.”
“Oh well,” Gulp. “Not everyone does. It’s got kind of a bad rep, ya know?”
She smiles at me and I can’t help but smile back. “Yeah, I know. But I’m kind of a rebel.”
“So, what are you doing here?” I ask. I immediately feel stupid.
“Well, I was just on my way to work, but then they called me and said I didn’t have to go in today. So now I don’t have anything to do, and I saw you driving so… What about you?”
“Well, I was just… do you know where Austin lives? That junior basketball guy?”
She’s silent for a moment. “…Why, you have a date?”
I look up at the concern in her voice. “Yes. I mean, no! He’s my friend’s…”

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