Since Jared had never done the touristy things Nashville had to offer, Shell was excited when he parked in a garage off Broadway.
"I've never walked up and down Broadway or Printer's Alley or any of that hokey stuff," he told her, a smart-ass smile on his face as he said the word hokey.
"It isn't hokey, you asshole. This is part of the history of Nashville." She laughed as they got out of his truck.
March in Nashville was a crap-shoot. It could either be cold, with winter sticking around and even snow, or it could be nice, with spring making an emergence. Luckily for them, spring was making an emergence. Grabbing her jacket and his hand, she directed them out of the parking garage, and they randomly began walking.
Up and down the city streets, they walked, talked, and window shopped. A
