Chapter 22

Andrew Blake

I paced about the front of her apartment which I still remember from the first day we shared a drink. My palms felt gummy together when I tried to pull myself and stay still. My legs would not stop tapping the ground when I leaned over the red sports car I drove here because I couldn’t decide which one would make her feel comfortable enough.

I remembered the day she slept in my car, it was a black sleek Ashton Martins and not the best car for her to relax her neck which I was sure was strained from the position of how she slept. But then, I didn’t expect her to sleep on our drive, I didn’t want her to and even if she did, I wanted her to be comfortable so I picked the red Nissan Gtr r35 car. Something which suited her dress and was also comfortable. I guess.

I had never been on one of these dates before. Surely I have been to a fancy restaurant and in an expensive car, yeah, and it was all for business meetings with women who, before I met Jesse