Moxie's POV
George and I went to his car and he began to drive home in silence. I sat in the passenger seat, my bag resting at my feet, my hands folded loosely in my lap as I stared out the window. The city moved past in a blur of lights and passing cars, but I wasn’t really paying attention to any of it.
My mind was occupied with different things, but I couldn't really focus as I was hyper aware of the fact that George was sitting right next to me. I tried my best to not blush or openly stare at him.
“The guy at the café.” George suddenly said, taking me by surprise. His voice was a little tight and I could catch traces of displeasure in it. Something that made me turn my head slightly.
“What about him?” I asked, wondering why he was suddenly bringing that up. I ofcourse knew who he
