Kai is distracted the whole way home, so he doesn’t seem to notice the unnecessary extra turns I take here and there and the fact that I manage to stretch the usual fifteen-minute car ride to a whopping thirty-three minutes by driving at the pace of a snail and slowing down before every traffic light to give it the opportunity to turn red before I reach it. There are a lot of horns blaring, and by the time I park the car in my spot, I’ve seen enough raised fingers to tide me over for the rest of the year, but I don’t give a fuck. This conversation matters, and I need to be ready for it.
