“You don’t have to do that.” I said trying to stop him but he held the front door open for me and stood next to me. I could feel the heat from his body.
“I’m not going to let you go out in this weather. Let’s go.”
I walked into Mike’s hallway and followed him to the elevator. We went to the lower level parking garage and got to his car.
“Wait…is this yours?” I asked.
“Yeah.” Mike said unlocking my car door.
“Yeah, it’s the one I was working on with my dad. I got rid of my Honda.”
“Wow.” I said taking in the cherry red ’69 Mustang.
I slipped into the passenger seat and buckled up as Mike started it up. I wish I could say that the ride back to my apartment was magical but it wasn’t. It was awkward as hell.