She didn't mind the silence, because it wasn't an awkward one. It was actually kind of nice, being able to just enjoy the quiet, for once. Her life was a world of opposites: a world of passion and noise with music, and a cold indifference at home with her father. He was not a dad, he was a father. Kenzie barely knew what he looked like, he was gone so often. She didn't once think she'd seen him smile. But this quiet was different, it was natural, the kind you can only enjoy with certain people who also can appreciate the beauty of quiet. The only sound was their shoes hitting the pavement, his gently, hers clacking softly because of her heels.
Once to the parking lot, Kenzie didn't have to look hard to find her car. Most of the day students were gone, and her car wasn't like the others; most of the students with cars had high end sports cars, like bold and flashy Porche or Lamborghini in garish canary yellow, tomato red, or racing stripes . Kenzie had a '69 Corvette Stingray the color of crushed blackberries. She led the way over to it, before turning and facing him. "Well," she said. "It was nice to meet you Jack."