If possible, Asia looks even more uneasy than before.
She knows.
I stuff that voice deep down.
More time.
That’s what I need.
I’ll figure out how to tell her.
I swear I will.
Just not yet.
A few hours ago, she was willing to stay.
To be with me.
Forever.
I need that.
I can’t lose that.
Can’t lose her.
We walk to the car in silence.
No flirting.
No touching.
No smiles.
We get in.
Silence again.
On the way home, I flip the radio on.
Music is playing but it doesn’t register. It’s all just white noise.
I tighten my fingers on the steering wheel as I drive.
The quiet is killing me.
But I don’t know what to say.
I park in the garage.
Get out.
Asia storms inside and reaches down to roughly tear her shoes off.
Something between leaving the restaurant and driving home pissed her off.
I don’t have a clue what.