Hi Anderson.
Fuck yes.
Abby
You wanted to see me?
Again,fuck yes.
Where are you?
I already know she went to a spin class with Mia earlier, but since it’s a Saturday I know she isn’t working.
Abby
Getting food. I’m starving.
Me too.
I know she’s probably rolling her eyes at that, but I smile to myself as I send another text out.
Send me your location.
For the second time since I’ve met Abby, I’m picking her up on the side of the road. Except this time, she’s smiling and willingly getting into my truck. She was at the same café we went to when we spent the day together and it makes me feel good that she liked it enough to go back. When she hops in my truck, she tosses a brown paper bag in the center console,
“I couldn’t decide, I’m so hungry. There’s a ton of food in there.” She laughs as she pops the straw in her iced coffee and places another one in the cup holder.
“Thank you. You didn’t have to grab me one, you know,” I say, before I put the truck in drive and take off.
“I know,” is all she says before taking a sip and reaching for the radio. She’s been in my truck a total of two times and she’s already assumed the role of ‘Passenger Princess.’
“What are your plans today?” she asks while flipping through stations.
“Well.” I adjust myself in the seat. “To be honest, I didn’t have any. I usually lay low during the season. A movie was probably in my forecast for today.”
She finds what she’s looking for whenMorgan Wallen’s“Last Night” hums through my speakers and she turns it up just a bit. I smile in her direction, watching as she softly says the words of the song before she catches me and blushes.
“What?” Her green eyes going back and forth between mine and her fingers fidgeting with the straw in her iced coffee.
“Nothing.” I shake my head, smirking. “I just like this song when you sing it.”
Abby bites back a smile before she focuses her attention back on looking out the window. I notice the dark clouds are beginning to roll in and if there’s anything I’m sure of, it's that this is the kind of weather that movie days are made for.
We pull into my garage just as it’s started to drizzle. Grabbing the coffees and paper bag from the console, I hop out and make my way over to Abby’s side and open the door for her to get down from the truck.
“Wow, such a gentleman.” She teases as she steps down. Walking into my house, I realize I left in such a hurry earlier that the waffles I made are still on the table and my television is still on.
“Can I use your bathroom quickly?”
Pointing toward the hallway. “First door on your right.”
While she’s gone, I throw the waffles out and quickly wipe the counter where some of the syrup spilled.
There isn’t really a plan for bringing her to my house, but she seemed to be into the idea of hanging out today and I’d rather spend time with her than anyone else. Abby walks out of the bathroom and her hair is up in a bun on top of her head, she’s fresh-faced and her cheeks look like they have a natural pink tint to them. She obviously had another t-shirt in her bag because she’s wearing a different tank top than she had on before, this one is pink and reaches up to her neck. She’s still in the little black bike shorts she wore earlier and damnit if I don’t want to shake the hand of the person who invented those.
“I’d kill for a bathroom like that,” she says as she jerks her hand towards the door she just came from. If she thinks the guest bathroom is nice, she should see the master.
“Dual shower heads were nonnegotiable,” I reply. “So, any special requests for this movie?” I change the TV to one of the streaming apps to see what kind of movies we have available.
