99: STUCK IN THE RAIN

The ride to the bus stop was filled with awkward silence as I sat in the car with my wet body. I knew he was annoyed at the fact that my body was staining his expensive leather seats, but surprisingly he didn’t make comment about it.

I didn’t realize how much of my breath I had been holding until we arrived at the bus stop but my relief was short-lived as I realized that there was no single bus in the bus station.

“Shit,” I cussed, glancing over at him, my frustration clear in my eyes. He sighed, finally breaking the silence that had weighed heavily on us.

“I could drop you off at your place if you want,," he said, his voice surprisingly gentle. "I didn't expect this to happen either."

“No.” I immediately rejected the idea. “The worst thing I’d do is give your girlfriend more reasons to think there is something going on between us. I’ll just book an Uber or something.” I said, my voice laced with judgement as I brought out my phone from my purse.

“Where the hell is that coming from?”