“Where are we going?” Josh just looks at me with a smile I’ve never really seen on him before. “You’ll have to wait and see,” he quips, starting the engine and I scoff. “Joshua, you know I hate delayed gratification,” I remind him, knowing full well that he knows that I hate to wait for anything. Food, traffic, answers, all of them the bane of my life. All he does is smirk. “Hmm, give me a couple of hours and I bet I could change your mind on that,”
