Page 65 of The Bonus

“Why?”

“Because I said so.”

He pulls the car over to the side and I get out of the car and open his car door. “Get out.”

“What are you doing?”

“I’m driving today.”

He stares at me, confused. “What the hell am I supposed to do, then?”

“Get in the passenger seat, you idiot. Unless you want to walk home.”

He rolls his eyes and walks around to get into the front passenger seat, and I pull back out onto the road.

He looks over at me. “What are you doing?”

“Driving.”

“Why?”

“Because when I’m depressive and moody, you drive me, so now it’s my turn to drive you.”

“I’m not depressive and moody.”

“Good, because that’s my position around here.”

We drive in silence for a while.

“Depressive isn’t even a word,” he says casually as he looks out the window.

I keep driving.

“And for the record, you’re not depressive, you’re just moody,” he continues.

“Well…for the record.” I stop at the traffic lights. “I’m not moody, people are just imbeciles.”

“Are you calling me an imbecile?”

“One hundred percent. Tell me what’s wrong with you.”

Silence.

“I’m driving around this city until you tell me and I don’t have time for your bullshit, spit it out.”

He drags his hand through his hair. “Zoe gets married this weekend.”

My heart sinks.

Zoe was his childhood sweetheart who left him when he was on a deployment. She said she couldn’t put her life on hold for a man who goes to war.

“Well…” I grip the steering wheel. “Good riddance to her.”

He nods sadly.

“You are seeing someone else, why do you care what Zoe is doing?” I ask as I turn another corner.

Silence.

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