“Troy is going to be as big as the Hulk,” Dante supplies.
“Someone’s got a new hero,” Theo says with a smirk.
“He’s definitely a fan. How about you? You’ve been busy yourself.”
“Yeah,” he glances over at me. “It’s been a good year.”
“What’s she like?”
“Loud, beautiful, crazy, everything.”
“That good?”
“Better.” Theo glances in the rearview. “Dante, how was your Christmas?”
“Santa brought me a desk and a new bike. And all my Legit Life Merch. I’m wearing my hoodie now, see?”
“He’s driving, sweetheart.”
“You should get a hoodie, Theo. I’ll make five bucks.”
“Dante, that’s rude.”
“Sorry. But it’s soft. You should get one, Theo. It’s Legit.”
Theo chuckles. “I believe you. I think I may be able to order one.”
“Okay, I’ll send you the link when I get home.”
“They’re sixty dollars,” I whisper to Theo.
“It’s cool,” he says.
“You really don’t have to.”
“I’ll look for your confirmation email,” Dante practically shouts, appearing between our seats, making us both jump as we pull up to his school.
“Thank Theo for the ride, Dante. And if he doesn’t want to buy a hoodie, he doesn’t have to.”
“Thanks, Theo, bye Mommy,” a teacher who is clearly freezing her ass off waves to the two of us before leading Dante into school.
“He’s someth
ing else,” Theo chuckles.
“Yeah, a natural salesman. Seriously, don’t worry about the hoodie.”
“It’s not a problem.”
Since when is sixty dollars not a problem for a college kid? Sixty dollars is a fortune to me some days. Apparently, Theo’s in better financial shape than I am because I have no clue how I’m going to repair my car.
“Do you know what’s wrong?”
“Wrong?”
“With your SUV?”
“Oh, uh, it’s like eleven years old. It’s gasping for air at this point.”