Logan
I glance over at Rebel. She is trying to find the perfect song on her phone, and she looks adorable with a beanie and an oversized hoodie. My heart squeezes at the sight of her.
Later, I want to hand her one of my hoodies to wear. It would be cute, seeing she is so tiny compared to me. The fabric would eat her alive, and the sleeves would be too long.
A smile curls my lips at the thought, and I glance at her again while making a right turn to McDonald's. "Do you want to sit inside or order through the drive-thru?"
"Hmm," Rebel taps her chin. Her nails are black and red with nail polish that isn't entirely new. It's flaky. "I think I want to head inside so I can make my own ketchup."
I breathe a laugh. "Ketchup with lots of pepper in it?"
She hands me a shy smile. "Do you do that too?"