Catching Roses

Chapter 11- Jessica Holister's POV

  I instantly regretted my decision when I heard sirens passing bye.  My hand instantly went up to cover my left ear, wincing.  5 tones, one from the vibration of the speaker, 2 from the sirens themselves, and the other from inside the car.
  Joanna noticed my hand, and furrowed her brow in confusion.  My hand lowered and I smiled a bit, but another one  came, making my hand shoot back up.  Too much noise.
  I started walking, biting my tounge.  Joanna followed, seeming slightly concerned.  "Are you alright?" She asked, going up next to me. I only nodded, kind of ashamed of why.
  "So.... what's your taste in coffee?"  I asked, once we got into the city.  I never knew how to start up conversations, so it was really awkward for me, and probably both of us.
  "You can't tell?"  She asked, looking at me.
     "Ok.  You're probably a fan of Starbucks and enjoy a vanilla bean frappachino." I guessed.
  "Shit, you're right." Joanna growled. "Anyway's, what's yours?" She asked.
  "Honestly? The same thing." I muttered.  
     We looked at eachother in disbelief and she laughed a bit.
  "Anyway, becides working and playing cello.. what exactly are your into?"
   I tilted my head.  "What I'm into?"
    She nodded.  "Yeah! Intrests and such."
  I started thinking, looking around.  I started panicking, realizing that I've really never been free and never really done anything I wanted.  Whoops.
  "Wait, please tell me you don't have anything you're into!" She snapped.
  "Actually, I'm not sure what I'm into.."
    This is gonna be terrifying.