Shawn
I probably should have left it alone after telling Lila I saw her now.
That would have been the smart thing to do.
Instead, I sat there with the truck in park, watching her stare at me like I’d just said something neither of us knew what to do with. Her cheeks were pink, her fingers twisted together in her lap, and for once she wasn’t looking toward her house like she was counting the seconds until she needed to go inside. She was looking at me.
That did something to me.
“You know,” I said, trying to lighten the moment before I did something stupid, “you could say something.”
Her eyebrows lifted. “Like what?”
“I don’t know. Maybe thank you.”
She narrowed her eyes.
“I literally just learned how to stop saying thank you and sorry every five seconds, and now you’re complaining?
