For your night drive

Chapter 1

I work with a bunch of idiots

I glanced at the colossal willow trees through the rear-view mirror of my sable Audi Quattro, as I drove along the harbor to the radio station. Even though I majorly f***ed up and arrived 20 minutes too late to the spacious building with the big, blue neon ‚FYND‘ sign on top of it, Danny managed to be even later than me.

As he walked through the door, with rowdy steps, you could take in the smell of candy, flowers and jalapeños, the smell of Mindy Daughton. Mindy is a very sweet girl. She works at the local flower shop at the end of the exquisite – sorry let me clear my throat – the squalid town we live in.

To say I’m jealous is a real overstatement, but even I have to admit that Mindy is a betty. “Mindy?” A stoned John asked from the other room with a raised eyebrow, pulling me out of my thoughts. „Yeah,“ Danny replied, smiling as if he had won the high school boxing trophy once again, „sweet, adorable Mindy.“

Letting out an annoyed breath, I looked over at John, „Great, can we start now?“ John held up his thumb while licking an enormous pink lollipop. When I first met John it was a grand mystery to me, how a dweeb like him could act so childish all the time. That was until I figured that he needed to be stoned, or otherwise he would explode.

„Awesome“ I said, as Danny and I sat down in the compliant, white garden chairs – don’t judge we are young, broke and spend all of our money on radio equipment. – I lowered my voice as I began to talk, „Welcome to your night drive, I’m Sahrah, and tonight we’ll start off with ‚Billie Jean‘ an absolute hit by Michael Jackson. Remember don’t get sleepy.“ Normally, I would have talked to the listeners during the songs, to keep them awake during their nightly car ride, but for now, I didn’t feel like doing so. Something just felt off tonight.

It’s like the feeling you get before the storm comes crashing in.