Three Equals… I 73A

The sweet sound of serene music swirled around the car parked in a quiet place; a clearing among trees, the windows wound down just enough for the fresh air to pass through. Her legs in shorts crossed at the ankles stretched over the back seat, barely touching the backseat right door, her back against the left door in a light red top in hopes of beating the heat, her phone vibrating in her hands as she tapped away, beating her high score with much delight.

His seat a bit reclined so he can turn and look at her behind and beside him without much fuss, his long legs planted on the rug inches from the pedals. The notebook with the number one boldly written on it in his hands with its pages coming to an end and book two beside him in the drivers door pocket just waiting to be picked up.