Rock shot me a goofy smile and that’s when I noticed his eyelashes were longer than a girl’s.
Every so often he’d look at me and start laughing and then I’d laugh too. It was so motherfucking undignified. I could only imagine ’Nando’s reaction to my new life at the Rocking C. He’d tell me to sack up and keep my eyes wide open.
You gotta use your big head, Gorrión. You gotta look out for number one, because nobody else will.
We chased the food with iced tea and ate homemade chocolate chip cookies for dessert. Again, ’Nando’s words came loud and clear.
Anything that seems too good to be true probably is.
“Why do you suppose Elena’s doing this?” I whispered.
“What do you mean?” he asked.
“Every single person at the Rocking C warned me to stay away from you. Now we’re on some kind of date, and you don’t think it’s weird?”
“It’s not a date.” He laughed. “If we ever go on a date, it won’t be to Bitterroot. Do you have a driver’s license?”
“Sorry. I had one, but it’s expired.”
“No problem. You can get one, though, right?” he asked.
“I need to get either a driver’s license or an ID within thirty days of my release. I was going to talk to the boss about getting a ride into the DPS.”
“Then maybe, if we ever go on a real date, you can drive.”
“I guess I could.”
I didn’t have a car, of course, but we were dreaming there. Making plans the way kids do: Wouldn’t it be cool if . . .
Nobody ever expects those dreams to come true.