Mark pulled into a dirt lot and parked between a small black Civic and a lifted red Dodge, Darcy talking his ear off beside him. He had lost track of what she was talking about a little while ago because he was trying to pay attention to the directions his phone kept squawking at him, though he knew it was something to do with a customer at work.
Darcy’s shift that day was supposed to end at four, but she hadn’t gotten home until after five. At first, he had thought the traffic had been bad, but when he had gotten a look at her when she had come up the stairs, he knew it had been a rough day at work. Her shirt was covered in ketchup and there was a coffee stain on her pants. Feeling bad, he had taken her backpack and duffel and then led her to his bathroom where he had run her a hot bath
