It had been a bad night. She probably shouldn't have opened her mouth, but then they started talking and she glommed onto the opportunity; Bobby just didn't open up very often. She started crying, softly, facing the window so Bobby wouldn't see. But of course he saw.
"Please don't cry. I'm sorry, but," Bobby trailed off. Again, she really should learn to keep her mouth shut when she asked questions she honestly didn't want the answers to. Bobby made the left onto her street. She jammed her lipstick back into her purse. He parked next to her curb. She opened the door to get out, but he grabbed her arm.
"Bobby, apologize all you want, but you can't change how you feel. I shouldn't have…" She stopped. It didn't matter.
"I just, I didn't want to hurt you," Bobby said quietly. There was the puppy dog look. She felt her stomach flip.
"Bobby, just go to her. Go to Alex. That's where you should've been in the first place," She murmured, the tears tapering off, reality settling in. She shut the SUV's door quietly and walked up the stairs to her building. She took the elevator up to the eighth floor and let herself in to her apartment. She set her things down on the counter and looked out the window; he was still sitting there, waiting for her to let him know she was okay. She sighed; he was such a good guy, she thought. She flicked her kitchen light off and on twice. She looked down again. He looked up, searching for her in the window. He gave a smile tight smile and then pulled away from the curb slowly, satisfied that she was safe.