We moved on from talking about that woman thanks to Jeremy starting to drive.
"Where are we going?" I asked.
"Dinner." He answered simply, not giving any hints.
I looked down at my dirty practice clothes. I was still in baseball pants and probably didn't smell that great. "It's not going to be somewhere nice, is it?"
He let out a laugh. "Even if it is, it's not like anyone would turn us away."
No, but I would feel very self-conscious.
"Don't stress, we're just grabbing food and taking it to-go." He explained. To prove it, we went through a drive-thru and he ordered half the menu, including a plethora of drinks.
"Um..." I stared up at him as I held the bags of food.
"Don't worry, you don't have to hold the drinks." Jeremy told me as he put the drink holder on the center console and then filled the cup holders around us.
