“Stop here, I can walk the rest.” I unbuckle my seatbelt. “No. I’m dropping you off.” I don’t listen. I open the door of the moving car. “Jesus Christ.” Lo slams on the brakes, slowing down immediately, but I’m already hopping out, my feet catching the pavement with ease. “See ya.” I shut the door. Lo rolls down the window, glaring at me like a screw is loose. “Never do that again.” I flash him the rock on gesture, not lingering.
