The ride starts out awkward. The smell of coffee saturates the car.
But I'm finally able to get a better look at Edward.
He's handsome.
He has a couple days of scruff on his face and he looks older than me.
His hair is unruly and brown...but with blonde mixed in. Or is it red?
It's hard to get a good look at him since I'm trying to keep my head straight and can only look at him through the corner of my eyes.
Every so often he pulls at his jacket and his shirt.
Every time he does that I feel another pang of guilt.
After a few more minutes of awkward silence, the cabbie pulls up to the address that Edward gave him.
"So, thanks for sharing the cab with me," Edward says, turning to me.
"No, thank you. Again, I'm so, so sorry. Seriously, I'll play for dry cleaning for you. Just let me-"
Edward holds up his hand, shushing me. "I said it was fine." His words came out harshly.
"Okay," I say quietly, looking back down.
He rifles through his wallet, pulling out cash and handing it to the driver. "That should be enough for the both of us."
Again, I want to protest, but the look he gives me makes me stop.
"It was nice meeting you, Bella. Have a nice night," he tells me. And just like that, he's out of the car and up the stairs into his house.
A week later, I'm still thinking about him.
See you tomorrow!