"Tell me one more time why are we traveling by bus?" Adrianne asks me, putting her bag on the top shelf.
"Because we’re truly trying to experience the summer," I answer, taking out my notepad and a pencil.
"Experience the summer? On a shitty bus!?"
"Yeah. The road, people, heat. C'mon, don't be a snob. Or at least don’t show it so much."
"Couldn’t you really persuade your dad to lend you the car?"
"Nope. I... couldn’t." I say, not looking at her at all, just trying to draw. Anything. She sits in her place.
"I really dreamed of riding in your parents’ convertible along the ocean road. That’s the summer experience!" she says, and I feel a bit awful: the truth is I’m not feeling very confident behind the wheel of that car yet. I haven’t had my license long enough to be comfortable driv