Indy reaches for the door handle, but I click the lock in place before she can get to it. Brown eyes roll with exaggeration when the door refuses to open for her. Call me old-fashioned, I don’t care, but I have yet and will not let her open her own door. Rounding the car, I unlock it on the key fob and open the passenger side to find Indy wearing an unimpressed expression. “You’re so weird about that.”
And they're not even togetherrrrr
