938 A Calm Cruise

"In." 

Peaches and roses. 

I could feel my lungs begin to swell full with these sweet pleasant scents the moment I clambered into Amanda's car; the smell of sweet, soothing serenity… just very nearly potent enough to make one forget about what awaited in the drive ahead. 

"Already dressed for your part, I see," Amanda noted, eyeing me wholly without a regard for tact or subtlety. "I'll crash. Distractions are dangerous, you know." 

"Then don't stare," I advised, settling into the passenger seat. "Think you can manage that?"

"Do you think I can manage that?" She repeated the question with dubious intent. 

She jokes, she smiles, her expression radiating with that shimmer of joy I adore so much so. But I knew better than to see only what she showed. We're driving down this road together, after all. So despite the dangers it may pose, distractions were just what were needed in abundance.