I'm a moron. It's the single explanation for why I'm even considering leaving the apartment on my Friday off.
"You've already agreed to go, so you'll have to come out sometime." Aspen slumps against the bathroom counter beside me.
"Why did I agree to it?"
She jumps up to sit on the counter and leans against the mirror while giving me the once over. "Tell me again what happened in his car."
My face heats at the allegation in her question. "We walked four blocks so he could drive me home two." I still can't get over the fact he drives the little car around even with parking. "Then we talked."
"Uh huh. You 'talked.'" She air quotes talked. "Remember I was here when you tried to sneak in the door that night."
I've already explained this twice, but I try once more to make Aspen believe me
