---Missy's POV---
Derek's Jeep putts along, headed straight for the park so I can grab my motorcycle to head back to.. I guess our place.
I hold our Chinese food dinner that's tightly wrapped up in a plastic bag on my lap.. I find myself playing with the handles of the bag we were given, out of nervousness and stress combined. It's been a stressful, overwhelming day, but with these few changes to my life, hopefully things will be on the right track to getting better.
"How did you know I liked Chinese food? Or was that just a good guess when you picked it out for us?" I asked curiously as I continued to play with the plastic bag between my fingers. "Well, I'm not going to lie to you, Sarah told me that you liked it and I just wanted to make sure that you felt as comfortable as possible t
