“That’s cool, I guess; I’m not really into sports either, but I’m more of a… NASCAR fan myself,” Jack admitted, a little sheepishly.
He got the expected reaction. “NASCAR?” Chastity repeated, a little incredulous and with more wrinkling of her nose.
“What? It’s a sport!” Jack protested. “All the strategy and maneuvers involved; it’s like having forty-three football teams in a huge free for all.”
“Whatever,” Chastity said. “Who’s your favorite driver?” she asked, poking a little fun.
“Jeff Gordon,” Jack said.
Chastity had a blank look on her face. “No idea who that is.”
Jack shrugged. “No loss, I suppose.”
There was a brief silence. “So… what was the most fun thing you did over the summer?” she asked.
Jack laughed. “What, are you going to make me write an essay on it?” he asked jokingly.
