The boy in the sunshine obediently bowed his head, calling her Rae, telling her not to fidget, telling her to keep her hands still.
"Rae."
"Rae Bennett."
Rae Bennett opened her eyes and saw Wyatt Wright, "Did you just call me?"
She had heard someone calling her, twice, unsure if it was in a dream or outside of it, unsure which call was in the dream and which was not.
"Yes," Wyatt said, "We've arrived. It's cold in the car, go back to sleep later."
Rae Bennett gathered her thoughts, sat up, and noticed a blanket over her, "Did I talk in my sleep?"
"No."
Wyatt got out of the car first.
Rae Bennett felt a bit annoyed; she shouldn't have fallen asleep for real. She should've pretended to sleep so she could've naturally leaned on him.
She smoothed the blanket, folded it neatly, placed it behind the car seat, and then straightened her hair and clothes. She got out of the car to fetch her camera bag from the passenger side.
