Zerah
“Nathan, I can just meet you there,” I said, clutching my bag a little tighter as I walked beside him in the parking lot.
He unlocked his car with a chirp and turned to me, smiling. “Come on, Zerah. We’re heading to the same place. It’s silly to drive separately.”
“I just— I don’t want to impose.”
“You’re not imposing. Look, you’ll save gas, and I’ve got snacks.” He grinned wider. “Unless you’re worried I’ll talk your ears off?”
That made me laugh despite myself. “You might.”
“Then that’s a risk you’ll have to take.” He pulled open the passenger door with a flourish. “Milady.”
Rolling my eyes, I got in. “You’re impossible.”
“Yeah, but I’m charming.”
I nodded, even though my stomach was tied in knots. I had no idea what to expect. The last thing I wanted was to walk i
