Theaella cleared her throat and turned the radio down, though chidendu stored singing. They have been otherwise silent through the quick distance to the station, the quiet accompanied with the aid of the occasional look from Vincent , who used to be clearly entertained by means of chidendu’s enthusiasm.
After they became the flasher in, they made their way out of the station, neither understanding what to say as they descended the cement stairs.
They stopped for a moment when they reached the sidewalk.
Theaella stuck her fingers in her jacket pockets, unexpectedly feeling responsible for her refusal to take him again to his vehicle and for being an ass to him. It wasn’t like he’d planned on crashing her job. She didn’t assume so at least.
“Listen,” she started, “I can take you returned
