Despite my better judgement I climbed over the central console and sank into the passenger's seat. Rosie dropped into the driver's seat, unbothered by my sweat stuck on the leather.
“Gosh, I hate running. Can't believe you made me run... no… sprint... after you.”
“I thought dancers were athletes,” I arched a brow and felt the side of my lip lift in a half smile.
She rested her head on the headrest and flashed me a sweet smile. Gosh, I loved her smile. It made me feel all warm on the inside. And the way she looked at me, it was like she wanted me.
“Hi,” Rosie whispered, her eyes searching my face.
“Hi,” I said back, not even noticing how easily we slipped into our roles despite the elephant in the room. But no matter how we left it, this girl ran after me to make sure I was okay.
“Where do you want to go?” she asked, looking for a way to start my car.
I would have found it funny if I weren’t concerned for the safety of myself and my baby, aka my car.
“Press and hold the brake pedal,” I pointed at her foot. “You know which one it is?”
She nodded and pressed it.
“Now move the gear to D.”
She followed my instructions, and the car started rolling forward.
“Where to?” she asked again, as she slowly made her way to exit from the parking lot.
“Just drive,” I shrugged. “That was my goal, to just drive.”
Rosie furrowed her brows for a second and nodded. She never adjusted the mirrors or the seat, so she looked uncomfortable as hell reaching the pedal and seeing out of the car.
“Hey, Thorn... do you even have a license?” I asked after she turned onto the road, but drove in the opposite lane.
“Yeah, of course,” she muttered. “Aaron never lets me drive, though, but I got my license when I was sixteen.”
“How many times have you driven since then?” I asked, keeping my voice cool, as she took a sharp turn. “Okay, stop the car!”
Rosalie slammed on the brakes, and I pressed the button to turn on all four lights. “We're switching.”
“No, come on...” she groaned. “Just help me fix the seat, and I'll be fine. Should have started with that, you're taller...”
This girl was going to be the death of me. Not figuratively but literally. Yet despite my better judgement I adjusted her seat and the mirrors, and within minutes she looked more comfortable.
“Just try to stay in the lane on the right and drive through the town onto the main road, and just follow it. Around twenty minutes from here, there is a Supercharge and a drive-through; we can go there.”
Rosie nodded and started driving again. As time passed, I gradually relaxed, and by the time we made it to the main road, I was 70% sure I would survive the trip.
“Look, there are cows,” she muttered, looking through the side window, and I couldn't help my spiking anxiety, but grabbed the wheel.
“If you want to look, look, but keep your hands steady,” I lectured with a groan, but she only grinned at me.
I never breathed out a longer breath than I did when she parked atthe supercharger.
“We'll walk through the drive-through,” I decided, making her laugh.
“You feel better?” she asked when the car was parked and turned to face me.
Tilting my head, I nodded. “Surprisingly, your shitty driving really diverted my attention.”
“Good, because I can't do it again,” Rosie let out a long laugh.
