{"product_id":"2940046439137","title":"Confessional","description":"\u003cp\u003eThe conversation turns weird the second we start down the driveway.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“I know you like me,” he says.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“I’m sorry?” I look over at him, and he’s got this dumb dreamy look in his eyes, smiling and slouching down into the seat like a sack of potatoes.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“You like me,” he says, and then he gags a little.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Do I?” I ask him, and he laughs.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“You do,” he says quietly, slouching further down and turning his head to stare out the window. “I know.” Then he coughs a couple times, leaning forward and then gagging a little again, sitting back in the seat with a smile on his face.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Sit up, Roger.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“I can do what I want,” he tells me. “It’s my car.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eI smile out at the road. “This is my car.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“No, it’s mine.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“This isn’t your car.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eHe looks around and sighs. “Oh.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eWe listen to the road noise for a bit, and then he puts a hand to the widow beside him. He taps on the glass with one of his fingers. “Where’s my car?” he wants to know.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Back there.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eHe looks over at me again and lets his hand slide down the window; I see him out of the corner of my eye. “I like you too,” he tells me quietly.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“What’s that?”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eI look over, and he smiles, a dark smile. His eyes shine in the passing light of the streetlamps overhead, rushing past us in the night. “I remember everything that happened.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Roger, sit up.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eHe slouches down further, pulling the seatbelt tight. “Do you ever think of me?” he asks, serious again.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eI turn to look at the road, and he laughs. I look over at him again, and he’s straightened up. He’s still looking at me. “Do I ever think of you?”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\"Don't be mean,\" he says, lowering his voice. \"I hate when you talk to me like that.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eI stare out at the road and sigh. \"I don't want to talk about this, Roger.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\"I do,\" he says.\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"Roman Theodore Brandt","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47148731990256,"sku":"2940046439137","price":0.0,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0737\/7593\/9824\/files\/2940046439137_p0.jpg?v=1764001577","url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/2940046439137","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}