Mom just laughed, adjusted the mirror, and pulled out of the driveway. "We’re going to have a wonderful time, Leo. No signal where we're going, though!"
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.'" A Camp with Mom and my annoying friend who want...
"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." Mom just laughed, adjusted the mirror, and pulled