If the drive to the restaurant was uncomfortable, then the drive from the restaurant to Andrew's apartment was nerve-racking.
"…"
"…"
Summer's remaining hope for the evening was to end the date on a civilized note. That her time with Andrew would not cause her inconveniencies in her workplace for the days to come.
That was now, a faraway dream.
"Take a right here," Andrew instructed.
She gave a signal and made an abrupt right-hand turn into the intersection.
"…Sorry about that," she said when he murmured something to himself.
"You should be more focused on the road while you're driving,"
'Yes dad,' she thought to herself cynically.
"Park in that empty space over there,"
"Okay!" She said with more enthusiasm than she had meant to show.
Summer breathed easier now that this date and this Monday were coming to an end. She parked with a smile while she imagined herself slipping under her bed sheets and feeling the softness of her pillowcase beneath her cheeks.
