Her voice was quiet and babyish, so, when she talked she sounded like a sweet, innocent seven-year-old. I could tell that she had reached the bottom of the cup, because her straw started having uneven coke splotches inside it, and an annoying slirpping noise was now echoing from her cup. B-Babe?”
She kept her face covered for a minute or so more before peering down at me. I clicked her into her seat and started the car before asking, “So? Then, I drove up to the second window where our food and drinks were immediately handed to us. “Sweetheart!” I blurted out, “It’s okay if you don’t know your age!! She just stared at me for afew seconds before replying, “What movie??” I gently smiled, letting her know I care for her and don’t mind, “Any movie you want!” She let her hands fall to her waist and begin fiddling with her t-shirt’s rim before inquiring, “T-titanic?