I rolled my eyes immediately and said, “I’m not getting in the car with you.”
He leaned slightly forward, resting his arm on the steering wheel. “You’re really stubborn, you know that?” he said, his voice half amused, half tired.
I gave him a sweet, mocking smile. “And you’re still standing there wasting your gas,” I replied, and then turned, walking down the street without another glance.
I kept walking. I didn’t even look back.
Let him watch me from that fancy car of his. Let him stew in whatever he was trying to create. I didn’t owe him anything. Not my time. Not my trust. Not even my attention.
But then I heard the car door open. Heard the sound of his shoes hitting the pavement. I picked up my pace.
“You think you can outrun me?” he called out behind me. He sounded amused.
I di
