She didn’t know what that meant, either.
Riva sighed. “When we get far enough away, do you mind pulling over?”
“Yeah, I can do that. Do you want to find a place where we can get a milkshake or something?”
“No. Definitely not.” Riva shook her head firmly. She didn’t want to be seen right now. Everything about her felt unfinished and unstable. She didn’t know who she was anymore or what she wanted out of life. She’d been clinging to her love for Benton since before her mom had moved them to Florida. That was who she was, what her future was supposed to be about. Riva felt as if all that would show on her face, as if the workers at a late-night restaurant would see her as a set of blurry, messy, half-erased lines.
Daisy tapped her fingers on the steering wheel, then abruptly pulled the car to the side of the road. “What’s up?”
So much. Riva didn’t have words for any of it. Instead, she reached across the car and cupped Daisy’s cheek. “Can we try this now? When he’s not watching?”