The Nymphactory The Beginning
"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...