Who Want...: A Camp With Mom And My Annoying Friend
"I mean trees, dirt, and zero bars," I said, finally leaning back. "Welcome to the real world, Leo."
"Guys, you have to look more rugged," Leo commanded, gesturing to my clean hoodie. "The aesthetic is 'wilderness survival,' not 'I just rolled out of bed.' Mom, can you tilt the rearview mirror? It’s ruining my silhouette."
Leo froze, his ring light—which he had somehow plugged into the car’s USB port—flickering like a dying star. "Wait. Define 'no signal.'"
"I mean trees, dirt, and zero bars," I said, finally leaning back. "Welcome to the real world, Leo."
"Guys, you have to look more rugged," Leo commanded, gesturing to my clean hoodie. "The aesthetic is 'wilderness survival,' not 'I just rolled out of bed.' Mom, can you tilt the rearview mirror? It’s ruining my silhouette."
Leo froze, his ring light—which he had somehow plugged into the car’s USB port—flickering like a dying star. "Wait. Define 'no signal.'"