Her Driveway – Tuesday, 11:00 am
POV: Robert Goren
I've never been good at small talk. Eames is the one that keeps our conversations going and I don't know how to do it without her. Silence fills the car and makes the ride to her house awkward.
In the silence, I hear her breathing become agitated the closer we get to her house. Faster and faster until she is taking rapid, shallow breathes.
As I swing the car into her driveway, Eames reaches out and grabs my arm. I was concentrating so hard on her breathing that she startles me and I slam on the brakes.
I look over at her. She is staring at the hedge along the side of her driveway. I don't think she realizes that she is gripping my arm.
"Your duffle bag is still at my house. Why don't we go there for the night?"
Eames takes a deep breath, looks at me, looks down at her hand on my arm and releases her grip. She nods her head.
