Nervous?

           “You
nervous?” he asked opening the car door for me.

            “I am,” I answered getting in.

            Who was this girl? I suddenly wasn’t
sure why I said yes. “Remember who you are” mom said. Yes, remember.

            “New car,” I stated.

            “Not new, but new to me. Look
cassette deck no 8-track.”

            “Coming up in the world,” I joked.

            “What do you want to hear?” he said
leaning across me to the glove box. “I’ve got some John Denver, Barry Manilow."

           “You do not, you liar,” I teased
back.