Jen was pleasantly full of roadside diner cheeseburger. The wind coming in off Lake Michigan had blown her sorrows and worries about Kevin away. She had apologized for not going to prom with him, and he couldn't quite meet her eyes when she did. It was possible - just barely possible - that she saw tears in his eyes as he re-focused on the road. She had thought they were headed home, but...
"Flower Gardens? The make out place? Seriously?" She was nonplussed.
"What?" he asked, full of false innocence.
"I'm not going to make out with you to make up for not going to prom with you!"
"Jesus, Jen, we're just here to talk."
"We can talk somewhere else, can't we?"
Kevin didn't answer. His gaze drifted over her shoulder to someone blocking the feeble light shining through the passenger window. Immediately, Jen's mind assumed it was a cop, and that she was going to be disgraced for being arrested in "Deflower Gardens." A million reasons came to mind about why she shouldn't be arrested - the main one being that they weren't DOING anything - but then looked at the figure as it leaned over.
It wasn't a cop.
It was her least favorite pizza customer.
It was the Colonel.
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