Trevor walked off to the counter.
I pushed my malt away from me. I wasn't about to drink it.
"I'm sorry about that," I said. "He's been bugging me since he was born."
"I think he's cute!"
"Trevor?"
"Yes, this town is full of good-looking guys!"
"I think that's the jet lag talking," I said.
"He really likes you. That's why he picks on you," she said.
I was shocked by her keen insight into Trevor. "It's time to call Alexander," I declared.
Just then Dixie sashayed over and handed me another malt. "It's from Trevor."
"Ah," I said to Stormy. "I think your good manners are rubbing off on him."
A short time later, Alexander met us in the diner's parking lot. This time Stormy hopped in the back of the car.
"You can sit up front," I said.
"No, that's okay. I like being chauffeured," she said. I thought it was cute how she was slowly warming up to me.
"So, did you kids have fun?" Alexander teased.
"I did," I said.
"Yes, Raven gave me this dress," she said, pulling it out of the bag.
"You shouldn't be taking clothes from her," Alexander scolded. Normally the driver looks in the rearview mirror when talking to the passenger in the backseat.
But Alexander didn't. He knew he wouldn't be able to see his sister in the reflection.
"It's okay," I assured him. "I want her to have it."
"You've done enough already," he said.
"And I met her brother, Billy," Stormy added.
"That's cool. He's your age."
"I know..." Stormy giggled under her breath.
"Sounds like you guys had too much fun without me. I'm not sure you need me anymore."
"Of course we do," I said, putting my hand on his shoulder.
"Well, maybe not..." Stormy teased. I thought she liked the attention she was getting, no matter who it was from.
"And I met this guy named Trevor," she continued.
"You did?" Alexander asked. There was a hint of concern in his voice.
"It wasn't a big deal," I said.