C18 Going out with James

"Where are you taking me, James?" I yelled, pointing my fingers at him. The wind tousled my hair as I stood there, curious yet a bit defiant.

"Stop poking me, would you?" he retaliated, a grin playing on his lips.

"Then tell me where you're taking me to," I added, my face all scrunched up, arms folded in anticipation.

"You'll see, just get in, okay?" he said softly