“At five in the morning? It’s still dark—you might get run over.” He’s got an obstinate look on his face. “I’ll stick to the sidewalks and areas with streetlights.” “At least wear pants. It’s cold as shit out there.” I huff out a laugh. “Dude, are you sure you aren’t a girl?” He shrugs. “Just worry about you is all.” “Bye, Mom,” I say sarcastically as I head out the door.
