Then she finally said, “If you say so,” before she turned away and left the room, leaving me staring after her.
…
Joseph waited inside his car when I walked out into the parking lot. It was still fairly light out, so he remained in the backseat.
If I didn’t feel like his personal driver before, I certainly did now.
I rolled my eyes and threw my backpack on the passenger seat as I got into the driver’s seat.
“Your story was interesting,” he said, as we began driving.
I shrugged casually.
“It kind of just came to me,” I said in return.
“It just came to you?” He asked, and I heard the humor in his tone. “It sounded very familiar.”
“Not exactly,” I said, staring at his curious face in the mirror. “The main characters were in love in this story.”
He stayed silent so I decided to chan
