You asked me if you could drive my car the rest of the way home and I said, “Only if you have your learner’s permit on you.”
We were passing by Dulles High when you said it, and I didn’t know how serious you really were, but you’d jokingly asked once already, so it seemed to me that you were pretty eager to get behind the wheel.
I pulled into that gravely, pothole-ridden parking lot and put my car into park. You went in front and I crossed towards the trunk so our conversation took a break as the tint of my rear windshield blocked our line of sight. The light at the front of the school was still on. I almost wanted to sit on that little concrete slab they call a bench and pretend like somebody was coming to pick me up one last time…