Of course, by the time we pulled in, Travis was already there at the far edge of the lot. He leaned against his car with the setting sun at his back. It lit his sandy-blond hair to a golden red and flecked the windows of his bright yellow Mustang with perfect rainbows. How could someone always look like they were posing in a model photo shoot when they really weren't?
As soon as Studmuffin saw him, he pressed his paw to the glass. Smiling, Travis waved back.
"You two," I muttered. "I'll have to get you both matching BFF necklaces, won't I?"
Studmuffin chirped in agreement and then burst out of the car as soon as I opened the door.
"Hey, bud," Travis said to him. "Good to see you again."
My familiar mewed and trilled and told him about his day, all the while keeping his distance from Travis's boots. Even he knew this was hardly the time to get sleepy.
"He insisted on coming. I insisted he stay home," I said as I clambered out of Bernadette. "Guess who won that argument."