“That’s really nice of you, Kel,” Finn says, gazing up in his mirror to see him.
“Settled. Twenty dollars paid every Friday, or you don’t get picked up Monday,” Emerson states with a chuckle.
We drop off Emerson, agreeing on pick-up times. Luckily, Finn also knows the word for tomorrow in Spanish. After a few minutes, it becomes very quiet. Kel has dozed off and since Ernesto doesn’t speak English, it’s almost as if no one is in the car with us. It defeats the whole point of not being alone with Finn.
Finn doesn’t speak to me and I don’t blame him. As we arrive at my building, I turn to face him.
“I told you not to get mixed up with me. Look what I’ve done to you.”
“It’s fine. You don’t like to talk to me anyway. At least now I’ll have some willing conversation.”
My head drops. He leans over and uses his finger to lift my chin. “I didn’t mean to make you feel bad. It’ll be a good thing for all of us.”
Staring at his face, I want to say more. I want to tell him that while I regret drinking, I really don’t regret kissing him. I want to tell him I think he’s amazing and sweet. But I don’t. I offer a small smile and exit through my door. I make the slow walk to my building, wishing I could find the words to tell him what I feel. But I’m not even sure I know. I’m so confused. My life is a whirlwind. I need to find a way to pay off my car debt and fast, so I can get back to the world I know.
