Lola - Late Evening on Tuesday, the 27th
On the ride home, Justine asks me many questions, but I happily give her the answers. Most are about school, and a few about my family. The drive needed to be longer as we ran out of time—Damien parks outside my building and, like a gentleman, gets out to wait at my door.
“I hope you had an enjoyable time. I know I did,” Justine takes my hand in hers. “And thank you for not running away.”
I did think about it. But in the end, I was too enraptured by everything, especially Justine. I’ve never known anyone like her or Damien before.
“Why would I run away from you,” I ask rhetorically.
“I mean it, Lola. Thank you for staying,” she says thoughtfully.
Justine even seems to be crying a little. She looks vulnerable, and I know that feeling. But how c
