[ It's so rude, like ignoring Ray's stare to reach across and stroke his lovely leather steering wheel, and then as he ducks back down, kneads his hand on top of the gearstick, and then he sparks up and looks over his shoulder into the backseat, clearly taking everything in. ]
I don't have anywhere to be. I go where the stream takes me.
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I don't have anywhere to be. I go where the stream takes me.
[ Grinning up at Ray. ]
Where were you going?