He lifts the iced coffee and takes a sip. “If I had to pee, would I be drinking more?”
I roll my eyes. “God, you have to prove your point, don’t you? Okay, fine. You bought the extra coffees for yourself. You win. Now stop before you squirt all over your steering wheel.”
He stares at me blankly and sets the coffee down. “Well, if you’re uncomfortable and concerned, I’ll stop so you feel better.”
I pucker my lips and nod, feigning appreciation of his sacrifice. “It’s so considerate of you to do that forme.”
“I’m just glad you’re speaking to me.”
“Finn…”
“I know, you like to be alone, talking annoys you, and I talk way too much.”
I lean my body to the left to face him better. “What I was going to say is that I’m sorry for jumping all over you. I’m just weird with stuff.”
He turns his head briefly to look at me before refocusing on the road. “You’re not the least bit weird to me. I get you more than you realize.”
I don’t know what to make of his words so I say nothing, facing forward once again. He doesn’t understand that I don’t have many friends for a reason. A minute later, we’re in the parking garage.
We walk in silence to the elevator. He pushes my floor and then his. We exchange uncomfortable glances a few times before he speaks.
“I really do have to pee.”
I genuinely laugh and he stares at me, his eyes darkening more with each passing second. “God, you’re beautiful.”
The smile fades from my face at his words. The doors open for my floor.
I rush through them and rotate back to face him, barely able to make eye contact. “Thanks again for the ride. Bye, Finn. See you around.”
The doors close just as he steps forward. “Liz, wait.”
I stand, facing the closed elevator doors for a moment, taking stock of my feelings. I take a few steps toward my office before glancing back at the door and biting my lip. I smile as my head lowers and I push a strand of hair behind my ear.He thinks I’m beautiful.
