"Maybe not. I kinda owe him a lot for this one, huh?" Buffy pursed her lips, wringing her hands together nervously in her lap. She remembered the last words she'd spoken to him, and they weren't helping to ease what was swiftly becoming a guilty conscience.
Evie helped to lighten the mood with her story, however, and she found herself laughing before she knew it was happening. "The desert. You managed to wreck a car in the desert. That? Takes a special kind of skill."