(Third-person perspective: Mary)
Kyle put his baseball bag in the trunk of his mom's car before sliding in the front passenger seat. "What grocery store are we going to? Walmart? Or something small and quick like the Bargain Market?"
Mary started the car and began to drive. "Just the Bargain Market for a few things."
"I don't know why you needed my help for this." He grumbled, looking out the window as his mom drove.
"I don't need it. I would just like to spend some alone time with you. I had some things to discuss with you and get your opinion on."
Kyle immediately panicked. "Mom, I swear to god, if you try giving me the sex talk right now, I'll jump out of this moving car." His hand gripped the door, ready to go through with it.
