Stairwell

I had my hands full this morning, my backpack full of homework I'm trying to get done before my trip and my favorite mug of coffee. He was sitting in the passenger side looking up at the moon. It was so big hanging in the sky. I got in and turned the windshield wipers on, not saying anything. There was a lot of condensation on my windows and I rolled them down so I could pull out of my driveway. The wind tousled his short brown curls. He looked to be about twenty but it was dark. I noticed he had dimples just like mine when he looked over and smiled at me. I wasn't in a very talkative mood, my mind was occupied with texts and frustrations of not being able to communicate clearly. Ironic, right? I think he sensed that.
"The moon sure is beautiful this morning," he stated.
"Mmmhhmmm," I replied.
"I think she knows everything that you're trying to say." He was still staring at the sky.
I sighed, "How's my grandma?" I didn't know where that question came from, I just suddenly wanted to know.
It took him a while to reply, and I was reminded how I sometimes take a long time to respond to people and for a moment, I felt their frustration.
"Having grand adventures," his voice was almost a whisper as if he was looking at something awe inspiring. Maybe he was.
I turned on the radio and "I'll stand by you" by the Pretenders was playing. I looked over with a raised eyebrow. His face was turned towards the window, watching the darkened trees, but I could see his reflection. He was smiling.
We rode the rest of the way in silence....... and that was enough. I got out of the car and slammed the door. He was gone. I looked up at the moon and begrudgingly smiled. "It's pretty amazing."