~Dylan~
My head spins. And I hate, I hate that Maeve had seen me the way she had. Her hand is still clasped in mine when she pulls me through the end of the alleyway and around the theatre to reach the parking lot. I don’t know why she is helping me. Touching me. It also has been a while since I had felt the way I had right there. Maeve’s phone is vibrating so loudly for the past thirty minutes she’s been with me and I think it’s about time I point it out to her.
“Maeve.” I dig my feet into the firm, cracked cement pathway that leads us to the parking garage bringing her to a halt. She looks at me over her shoulder and I simply point to her bag. A look of realization dawns on her face and she reaches for it. While she’s digging for it, I comment, “You should go back.”
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