He reaches out and turns on the radio. The chorus of the latest pop song is playing at a deafening degree. It startled both of us, so he quickly adjusts the volume.
He clears his throat and speaks up for the first time since our car ride has begun.
"Young girls like you like this type of music, right?" He asks in a surprisingly calm demeanour.
"Most of us do," I respond.
Awkward silence ensues. It's clear that he's not the talkative type. I'm not either but those types of things don't matter in this situation.
After about a minute or two of the radio playing and him tapping on his thigh, he decides to ask me
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