Glass (Crank 2)

Want to know who I’ve got

a date with. Want to know

what we’re doing on our

date. Where we’re going.

Exactly when I’ll be home.

Sorry, Mom. Not in the mood

for the third degree. Not

now, anyway. So we’ll

talk about it later. Hey,

maybe there won’t be

anything to lie about.

The Wedge Parkway

Starbucks is a fifteen-

minute drive, with no

traffic. This evening, lots

of traffic, it takes forever.

Trey is already there.

I can see him through

the frosted window,

sipping something

and watching for me.

He stands when I go

inside. A gentleman?

Unusual, but I like it.

He pulls me to him,

kisses me easily on

the mouth, eliciting

jealous stares from

customers and salesgirls.

I inhale his masculine