“Well, there’s only one car working right now, so when I get done dropping them off, I’ll come back to get you.”
“Won’t you be late?”
More glaring from his family.
“Nah, they don’t care if I’m late.”
So I waited there, alone, for what seemed like an hour. The most awkward hour I've ever spent somewhere.
On the way home, he quizzed me about my life. He wanted to see each other again. I told him I was in the middle of a breakup, but the way I came off, with the guilt showing through, I think he thought I was in a bad situation, and so he said if I needed any help with that...
He had big, beautiful dreams – but I had a good friend back home, looking after my child and wondering where I was. Even though I knew I’d be free soon, I couldn’t reconcile his age, or even bring myself to tell him that I had a child.
I gave him a fake number, and kissed him on the lips before getting out of his car.
“You’re going to do great things, I can feel it.”
And he did.