Previously...
Soft pop music started on the radio, which made us both jump a bit. He reached over to turn down the volume, cracking a nervous smile in my direction. I smiled a bit back, though I wasn't sure if it looked like one. I gave him my address as he typed it in his GPS app downloaded on his phone, and he reversed out of the Superstore's parking lot.
"So, tell me about your mom?" Edward asked as he drove.
I turned back from the windowpane of the car, and sighed a bit, recalling all that I could about my mother. "She's a lot like me, at least in terms of looks. She's got brown hair, brown eyes, pale skin. But she's way more outgoing and athletic and eccentric. She's always down for a new challenge or adventure. I'm more like my dad in the opposite way; we're both quieter and more reserved. She's used to us not talking much. I don't mind being more like my dad, though." I glanced at him, when I saw him nodding along to my words.
"And your sister is like you, too?"
"No, she's more like my mom, except she's more like a half-sister. She's Indigenous; we have different dads, but the same mom. She used to visit every once in awhile just to see me and how I'm doing. But ever since she moved to Texas, it's been a long while since I've seen her. I didn't even know she had a boyfriend until late last year." I trailed off in thought as I let my mind wander again. Why did she wait so long to tell us about Sam? Was it Mom's eccentricity or my fear of change that let her stop reaching out?
"Well, if they're as nice as you are, then I'm sure they must be great too." He flashed a quick, dimpled smile, and my heart skipped a beat.
My cheeks flushed with a slight burn. "I'm not that nice," I quirked.
He shrugged as he made a right turn onto my apartment complex. "You seem pretty nice to me."
"You don't know me that well, then. I'm not always nice." I snickered.
"I beg to differ," he said. I looked up and was surprised to see us stopped by my apartment building. It seemed like time held no presence while we bantered on about my niceness. As I opened the passenger car door to come out, Edward called my name.
"I hope everything's all right with your family," he said sincerely, all humor gone from his face.
I nodded, trying not to let the lump in my throat clog my voice. "Thanks. Do you work tomorrow?"
He raised an eyebrow curiously and pondered a bit. "Oh, um I think I'm back again tomorrow, yeah."
I nodded again. "Right. Well, I'll call if anything happens, but if not, I'll see you then. And thanks again for the ride."
He smiled a bit, the dimple popping out of his right cheek. "No worries. See you."
I watched him as he backed out of the parking lot down the street out of the complex area, and when his car was finally gone, I hurried inside to do nothing but cry and wait.
A/N: Sorry this one is so short, friends. I'm literally writing off the seat of my pants with this story. There's no clear direction as to where I want to take it; I just write when and whatever I want. Which is good for freewriting, but not so much for the storyline, so for that, I'm sorry. On the more positive side, I started therapy 2 weeks ago, and I'm in the process of starting a new job next week! It's all been very exciting and scary and thrilling and new, and my mind sometimes doesn't know what to focus on first. I've never done therapy before this year, and there's a lot of my mind I've been wanting to unpack, especially since this coronashit started. The new job is for a library, which is also new territory for me since I love books and reading but have never worked in such a place before, it's a little overwhelming.
I guess my question for you is: what's something new you've done this week/day/year?