“No, my sister Allison came to visit a couple of months ago, and I needed two, so then I keep one in my other car and one in here just in case,” he says.

“Do you just have one sister?” I ask him. I don’t know why it even matters.

“No.” He laughs. “I have four siblings.” My mouth flies open. “Yeah, and I’m the baby.”

“Oh my gosh.” I laugh. “So you must be the spoiled one.”

He shrugs and smirks, and it just makes him so much better looking than before. “I say no, but everyone else says yes.”

“Are you the only boy?” I am suddenly so curious about his family.

“No.” He shakes his head. “Matthew, who is twenty years older than me, is the firstborn.”

“Wow, he could be your dad,” I point out. When he throws his head back and laughs, my thoughts immediately wonder what it would be like to lean over and kiss his neck, right below his ear. I shake my head, making the image go away. Don’t go there.

“He sometimes forgets he is my brother and not my dad,” he says. The car stops, and I look forward at the three lanes of traffic. Justin looks down at his phone. “It looks like there is an accident.”

“I’m sorry if this puts a damper on your night,” I say.

“I told you I had nothing planned, so it’s all good.” He looks ahead and then looks at me again. “Do you want to stop somewhere to eat? By the time you get home, it’ll be really late to start dinner.” I swallow, and it feels like my tongue just swelled in my mouth.

“No, we really can’t,” I say. “I already have dinner for us,” I lie. The last thing I want to tell him is that I have seven dollars left in my bank account, and that I’m going to use most of it on the bus rides now. He just nods, and I don’t say anything for the rest of the way home.

When he turns on our street, my heart starts to beat faster. It’s going to be no surprise that we live in a not-so-great area. And that the five apartment buildings placed in a baseball diamond shape are for the low income.