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“Yes.” I stood and got up from the chair, walking to where he was standing. “Should I change?”
“Why?” he replied, turning to face me. “You look fine.” I rolled my eyes and folded my arms.
“Where are you going?”
“Uh—my mother volunteers twice a week, and when she is away, I help out,” he said reaching for the front door, letting me exit first. I turned once outside.
“I didn’t realize your mother volunteered.” I said.
“She’s been doing it for a long time,” he replied.
“That’s great,” I said.
Silence filled the car during the entire ride to the bar, where Nick left his car. When we arrived at the plaza, the first thing Nick noticed was the broken window. I parked next to his car and we got out.
“Shit.” He sighed and folded his arms across his chest.
“I’m sorry, Nick. I’ve left my car here plenty of times, and nothing has happened,” I said, standing close enough that our shoulders touched. He looked at my car, then back at his, and I bit my lip. Of course nothing happened to my car. It wasn’t a Porsche. “Did you have anything important in it?”
“No,” he said, walking over to the passenger door, shards of shattered glass all over the leather seats. He unlocked the door to look and see if anything was missing. After rummaging through the car, he stepped away from the car and called the police to report it. I waited with him for the tow truck to arrive. Then I noticed someone walking towards the bar and ran over to ask for Nick’s keys. The guy went in the bar then came back out with them. I thanked him, and then walked back over to Nick, who paced around his car, running his fingers through his hair.
“I’m really sorry, Nick,” I said again as I handed him his keys.
“Stop apologizing, Lauren. This isn’t your fault,” he said, turning to face me.
“I know, but I wouldn’t let you take your car home.” I said screwing my lips to the side.
“I wasn’t exactly thinking about my car,” he smirked. His words hit me like a ton of bricks, and it became awkward real quick. I stuffed my hands in my back pockets and prayed for the tow truck to hurry up.
It took fifteen minutes before an officer showed up to take his statement and file a report. Nick glanced at his watch, annoyed that the tow truck still had not arrived.
“I’ll take you around, if you want,” I suggested. “I have nothing to do until five.”
“I can’t ask you to do that,” Nick said, shaking his head.
“You’re not asking, Nick. I’m offering,” I said, touching his shoulder. He smiled but looked away from me. “Why do you do that?”
“Do what?” He asked glancing over at me.
“Act as though it is such a burden to ask someone to help you,” I replied.
“Uh—because, I usually don’t ask other people for help,” his said, jaw clenched.
“Well, don’t think of it as help, then. Think of me as volunteering my services,” I said and smiled.
“What services are those?” He chuckled.
“Chauffeur services of course.” I laughed
“Why are you doing this?” he asked, turning around to face me. His eyes focused on mine, his tone making me feel as t
hough I had a hidden agenda.
“What do you mean?” My eyes narrowed.
“Why are you helping me, and spending the whole day with me?” he said. I smiled and tried to lighten the dark mood he was in, all of a sudden.
“It’s not a whole day. I do have to work at five. Besides, we are friends, Nick, aren’t we?” I cocked my head and I crossed my arms.
