"Never really. Unless there's a concert but I don't have a tour on the schedule yet, I gotta write my sad heartbroken album first."
"So we're hookup buddies every few months?"
Rhy's shoulders sink. "I guess so, yeah."
"I've never done anything like this before." I muse. It might be nice. And Rhys was the one to suggest it so he probably needs this more than I do.
"Listen, forget it, it was a wild idea, I'm still hopped up on the post hand job high." Rhys back pedals.
"No, wait, hold your horses, Charming. Just because I haven't done it doesn't mean I don't want to. I just never considered it. Shit, it would be easier to have a guaranteed hook up every once in a while." I watch Rhys's jaw flex. "Is it only sex or are we friends too?"
"I’d like to be friends." Rhys admits quietly and I sit a little taller in my seat.
"Alright then what are you doing tomorrow?"
"Tomorrow?"
"Yeah, or I guess today since it’s the middle of the night but don’t be that guy Rhys, no one likes a know it all."
"Sorry."
"Don’t be sorry. What are you doing after the next sunrise?"
He chuffs a quiet laugh. "I’m working on music."
"Your sad heartbreak songs?"
"Yes."
I make the sound a toddler does when trying a nasty food. "No you’re not."
"What?"
"Have you ever had a Yes Day?"
"No."
"I have so much to teach you." I shift in my seat to turn towards him. "A Yes Day is when one person gets to set the itinerary and the other person has to say yes and make it happen. And I think you need one."
"I’m an adult with free will, I can do whatever I want."
"Says the guy who is doing what his team told him to."
Rhys’s eyes narrow. "Alright, fine. What would you do on a Yes Day?"
"See, it defeats the purpose if I tell you ahead of time. Since you’re new to this let’s start with something easy. Rhys Reid, will you be my Yes Day partner tomorrow?"
He pauses and I watch his tongue run around his mouth. "Yes."
"See! Easy." I lift my fist for a bump and Rhys just stares it down.
I reach over and pry his hand from the steering wheel he’s clutching, ball it into a fist with W-I-L-D front and center, and then connect it with mine.
"So, I guess, can I get your number?" Rhys asks bashfully as we pull up Granny's drive.
"Gasp! He wants my number!" I fan my face.
"Fuck off." After a chuckle I rattle off my digits and watch him put my name in his contacts.
