Play Me Like You Mean It
“You really want to play this game again?”
“Yes,” I said firmly. “Give me a clue.”
He smirked, tapping the steering wheel. “Alright, but don’t say I didn’t warn you, last time you were terrible at guessing.”
“I will surprise you this time.”
He thought for a moment, then queued up Cheap Thrills on his playlist.
I squinted. “So… a club?”
Kelvin laughed so hard he nearly missed a turn. “Who clubs when the sun’s out, Mira?”
“Thrift store? Cheap…something?”