evie, not evie.

/I was just about to have a nap when you texted me, asking if I wanted to go for a drive. Of course I said yes, we both have the same taste in a need for speed but not speeding tickets, you drive fast but only when you are positive it's not a risk. Not too much of a risk.

You showed up with lukewarm McDonald's fries that I ate on the drive out to the country and chatted for the first time in a while.

When we were in the middle of the nowhere, empty highway that went on for further than I could see, you said "fuck it" and pulled over.

Switching seats, I got behind the driver's side and you said I should see how fast your car goes.

(Your Toyota Corolla can haul ass, for the record.)

We watched as the speedometer hit 160 km/h and kept climbing, something we didn't even think possible, something that was as surprising as it was exhilarating.