" What about your Durango?”
“She’s pretty banged up. Gonna need some bodywork and a whole new windshield.”
“She?”
He looks at me blankly. “What?”
“You called it a ‘she,’” I point out.
“Oh. Right.” Color creeps into his cheeks. “Dana Durango.”
“You named your car Dana?”
He just shrugs.
“Oookay. You need any help?”
“Nah, I’m just about done here.” He pauses, eyeing me sharply. “You sleep well?”
“Yeah, I was out like a light,” I lie, refusing to give him the satisfaction. “You?”
He shrugs. “It was awfully warm up there.”
“Huh,” is all I say.
“Did you eat breakfast?” he asks.
“Not yet. I will as soon as I take the dogs in. What about you?”
“Nah. I was waiting for you. Just let me clean up, and I’ll meet you in the kitchen.”
“Sounds good.” Okay, we are just so awkward now. This is crazy. I can’t even imagine sitting across the kitchen table from him, trying to make small talk. This is painful enough as it is. "

― Kristi Cook , Magnolia (Magnolia Branch, #1)