I really thought Nicole and I would spend the afternoon defiling her parents’ country club under the guise of going running, but something shifted in her mood after talking with her mother. I can tell she is upset because she doesn’t say a word as I drive back to the city.
Not concentrating, driving on instinct, I realize I drove toward my house. I am almost ready to turn onto my street when I notice, and I pull over abruptly. “Hey, I wasn’t paying attention. This is my neighborhood.” I run a hand through my hair and look at her, expecting her to lash out and call me an i***t.
“That’s fine,” she says, looking out the window. “We can run in the park, right?”
“Sure,” I tell her, pulling out again as she stares at my hand on the gear shift. “You can change at my place.”
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