"What have you got going on after this?" She asked him. He'd been evasive over text earlier, saying he had "stuff to figure out" and she anticipated the end of the friendship or something. As it turned out, he just had a potluck at work the next day, so he was off to grocery shop.
"What about you? First night of freedom in awhile."
She had an urge for speed. She explained to him that when she wanted to feel something, she would do something fast. Go on a roller coaster, drive fast down the interstate. If she wanted to stop feeling, she'd have a dirty martini, or anything with vodka in it.
"I think I'm going to drive to the state capitol." She said more specifically. She then stopped to take a photo of the sunset in front of them. The seagulls had just taken off across it, and it was breathtaking. She hoped her crappy camera phone would do it justice, and wished she had her father's Nikon with her.
She didn't ask him along, and he didn't invite her to grocery shop. They hugged it out, him saying "Thanks for the walk tiny one," and her scowling at him. She had doubled her walking goal, and they had covered a lot of ground as far as their history as well. It had been a good walk.
But she knew if she went home, she'd be faced with her mother and sister bugging her. Although she would have loved to gone home and write a little, she got in her car and headed to the capitol 45 minutes away.
Going 80 MPH on the freeway did exhilarate her. Her legs ached from the walk, but she kept pushing and refusing to use her cruise control. Keeping an eye out for cops, she pushed harder. She got there in 20 minutes instead of 45.
She cruised through town and decided to get a coffee and head back. She parked the car and stepped out to get her purse out of the back. Suddenly her foot cramped up and she almost went down. She must have been a little too intense either on the walk or the drive. She sat back down, took her shoe off, and massaged the bottom of her foot until it was almost gone.
She used the cruise control on the way back.
