Adria was glad she was about to meet her friends, last night was torture. She needed the fresh air.
She grabbed her bag and went down the stairs, hoping she wouldn’t meet anyone on her way out.
She would grab her keys and step out.
As she walked down, she was so happy that there weren’t any clatters of plates, meaning Claire wasn’t downstairs. She didn’t hear Lily either.
On reaching the living room, she didn’t see the keys to the extra car where they were usually hung.
She bit her lip and looked around.
Just then, the loud honk outside brought her back to reality.
Someone had the key.
She walked out slowly, wishing it wouldn’t be who she knew it was.
She knew she wasn’t wrong.
With a pout on her lips, she dragged her feet outside.
Nathan was perched in the driver’s seat, lazily
