EXMORMON
"Nice to meet you," said Andrew.
"Likewise," replied Melissa, absently. Then looking out the window at Marc's BMW she said "That's a pretty sweet car, huh? Are your parents going to give you one like that when you turn sixteen?"
Andrew laughed. "I don't know. I guess that would be pretty cool, wouldn't it?"
"My mom says she's dreading the day I learn to drive," I said. "She's afraid something bad will happen."
"She'll change her tune next year when you start attending early-morning seminary," said Andrew. "Once she gets a taste of getting up at five every morning to warm up the car in the dead of Winter, she'll be begging to give you the keys. I know my mom was pretty happy when Isabel learned to drive."
I smiled in response.
"Andrew, you're not done here!" called Brandon.
"Oops, duty calls," said Andrew. "It was nice meeting you," he said to Melissa, and he got back to work.
Melissa watched him as he left, sizing him up as if he were a piece of meat. "He seems pretty nice," she said. "I can see why you like him."
I gave a sigh of exasperation. "I didn't say I like him."
"Yeah, sure," said Alexandra.
"What about you?" I asked Alexandra. "You haven't told us who you like."
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