My mind was still reeling from the after effects of the interview when we got to the car, but seeing Austin take the keys out of his pocket, pulled me back into reality. I knew that I had already picked the fight with him regarding the fact that he was drunk, and even though he had fully claimed that he wasn’t, I still found that I wasn’t comfortable with the fact that he had been drinking, and that he now intended to drive.
I didn’t care if it resulted in a fight, but I was going to make sure that I was the one who drove us home, and if he didn’t want me to, if he continued to stand his ground, then I wouldn’t go home with him. It was as simple as that. I would start walking, and then I would get an Uber somewhere along the way.
I knew that making these plans already weren’t going to
