Page 59 of Inked Heart
“What do you mean?”
“You just told me you like me.”
“Correct.”
“And now you’re driving me home.”
“Also correct.”
“That could get weird.”
“It could.”
“But you’re not going to make it weird.”
“I’m trying very hard not to.”
She laughs softly.“Good.”
I glance at her briefly.“You just broke up with someone.”
“Technically he broke up with himself.”
“Fair point.”
“But still,” I continue.“You deserve some time.”
“To do what?”
“To process.”
“Processing sounds boring.”
“It usually is.”
She rests her elbow on the door ledge and watches the dark trees blur past.“You’re very patient.”
“I do accounting.”
“That’s your excuse for everything.”
“It works.”
Another comfortable silence settles over the truck and eventually we reach town.Streetlights cast soft yellow circles across the pavement and a few cars pass in the opposite direction.
Normal life continuing like tonight didn’t just flip her world upside down.
“Are you hungry?”I ask suddenly.
She looks over.“What?”
“You didn’t eat anything at the party.”
“Well...I could eat.”
“There’s a diner open.”
“Of course there is.”
