Renegade
I'm sort of surprised when I show up at the station to get into our car the next morning and see Tank already there. I figured he'd call in or get someone to switch with him instead of being stuck with me for the day.
“Morning," I hand him the cup of coffee I always bring both of us.
He grunts something to me that may be morning back, but I'm not sure. If this is any indication on how this ride is going to go, maybe I ought to turn around and go back home. For the first three hours, we ride in complete silence. When my cell phone chimes with a new text message, I'm excited that it gives me someone to talk to.
W: Hey handsome! How's it going with my brother?
R: We haven't said but two words to one another. He took my coffee though, so maybe it's a good sign? How are you today?
