Country, huh?

She motions for me to pull into the nearest parking lot, so I do. After I'm thoroughly panicked and we're both parked, I hear her door slam and then she's at my window. I turn off the music and roll down the window. "No, keep it on. I love country!" she says enthusiastically. "So, watcha been up to?" "...You love country?" I am dumbstruck. She chuckles at me and nods. "Of course! Love it." "Oh well," Gulp. "Not everyone does. It's got kind of a bad rep, ya know?" She smiles at me and I can't help but smile back. "Yeah, I know. But I'm kind of a rebel." "So, what are you doing here?" I ask. I immediately feel stupid. "Well, I was just on my way to work, but then they called me and said I didn't have to go in today. So now I don't have anything to do, and I saw you driving so... What about you?" "Well, I was just... do you know where Austin lives? That junior basketball guy?" She's silent for a moment. "...Why, you have a date?" I look up at the concern in her voice. "Yes. I mean, no! He's my friend's..."