Was I happy too soon?
The young Dennise was startled.
Jason’s response was so different from what she had imagined that she forgot what to say next.
About a second or two later, she stammered awkwardly:
“Your car is really hot…”
Jason rolled down the car window beside him, and the cold autumn night wind blew straight in.
Dennise’s hair was sent flying by the wind.
At this moment, the girl’s heart was as disordered as her hair.