My parents never told me anything worth listening to.

( it's a brush-off, one that could easily be bitter and impatient, but the sweetness of the melody they've created together tampers her voice. the words come out only a little sad, a little dismissive too. she's quick to change the subject. )

Besides, I happen to be a fan of cute strangers with cars. They get me where I want to go.

( her motions are quick, too, to run a hand along the smooth interior of the center console, until her fingertips brush against the slick wrapping of the gearshift, trailing up until they bump against his wrist, resting just beyond the back of his hand.

a hum between her lips, and kimberly amends her statement. ) But I'm glad that they didn't, or I wouldn't be in this car right now.