Ken's POV:
She rolled down the window. “What now?”
“I just… I need you to drop me off somewhere. Please.” I begged. “I’ll explain later.”
She looked at me, hesitated, and then shook her head. “Why would I help you, Ken?”
I said quickly. “Just… please. I’m stuck.”
After a long pause, she sighed and unlocked the door. “Fine. Get in.”
I slid into the passenger seat. This wasn’t how I’d planned for things to go, but it felt like a small victory. Maybe, just maybe, if I kept pursuing her like this, I could get her back.
“You can drop me off at the gas station you passed on your way here,” I said, smiling.
She didn’t respond; she just started the car and drove. I couldn’t help but watch her as she focused on the road.
There was a thick silence between us, but I didn’t dare speak.
“You’
