Ralisa
I looked through the windshield again.
The line of cars hadn’t moved.
Not even an inch.
People were getting out of their vehicles, stretching their legs, looking ahead in the hope that someone else knew what was happening.
No one did.
The rain continued falling steadily, tapping against the roof of the car like impatient fingers.
I sighed.
“I don’t think we’re moving anytime soon.”
“I don’t think so either,” Darius agreed.
Silence settled between us again.
Not awkward.
Just thoughtful.
He nodded toward the small café across the road.
“So…”
I already knew what he was going to say.
“No.”
He smiled.
“I haven’t said anything yet.”
“You were about to.”
“I was.”
“And the answer is still no.”
He rested one arm against the steering wheel.
“Why?”
“Because people will
