Maeve watched him sing-along on the song played on the stereo. She laughed at him when he moved his mouth without saying a word. Or said nonsense in the following lines.
And he said it was his favorite song.
Favorite indeed!
“Your favorite song, and you can’t sing a line correctly.”
“I just did, sang everything. I could dance perfectly well, but I’m driving. You moved to the side, your hands..”
“Just drive.”
“Are you doubting me?”
“I can’t Right.”
“You’ve to believe me.”
“Sure I do, you could even do the hula dance.”
He hurled her a playful glare. And was interrupted when he was about to reply to her. A call came through his phone.
He stares at the caller ID.
Linda.
Why is she calling him?
He thought they talked already, what else does she want.
“Ain’t you answering it.”
“I don’t think I should.”
“You should, it could be important.”
“She does have anything important to say to me, except it’s her birthday next week. And I had to be there.”