A minute later, I'm running down the street as Trystan drives off.
"Trystan, stop!"
The car comes to a screeching halt.
I jump in. "Asshole."
He laughs. "Never gets old."
He makes me listen to his music for the entire drive. We're there by one-thirty.
"Now what?" Trystan asks.
"We try to find him. Where should we start?"
"The homeless shelters. Did you look them up?"
"Yeah, there's a lot of them. Let's start with this one." I show him the address on my phone and he puts it in his nav system.
"I need to eat before we go there. I'm starving."
"We don't have time to eat. We have to go to all these places, and if we don't find him we'll have to drive around looking for him."
"I need to eat, and I'm driving, so you don't really have a choice." He turns at the next corner and drives down a street full of run-down buildings. He pulls into a fast food taco place. "If I get sick from eating here, you owe me a thousand bucks."
"How is it my fault if you get sick?"
"This is your stupid trip. I wouldn't be here if it weren't for you." He goes through the drive-through. "You want anything?"
"Three tacos. And a soda."
He orders and makes me pay. Luckily, I remembered to bring money. We sit in the car to eat because Trystan said he could see bullet holes in the restaurant windows. I don't think they're bullet holes, but looking around at the area we're in, it's possible.
"Hey." Trystan points down the street. "Right there. Is that one of them?"
"What are you talking about?"
"That mission place. It looks like a homeless shelter. Look it up."
"I didn't see it on the list. Maybe it's new." I squint to read the sign. "You sure it's a shelter?"
"It says homeless right on the sign. You need glasses?"
"No. I just don't see where it says that."
"You should get contacts," he says, starting up the car. "You'd look stupid with glasses."
"I don't need glasses. Or contacts. My vision is fine."
He hands me his wrappers and empty soda cup. "Throw these out."
I look at him. "You better not drive off without me."
"You know I'd never do that," he says with a smile.
"I mean it. Don't you dare leave me here." I get out of the car and run to the trash, then run back.
"See?" he says. "I can be nice."
