As I waited outside his company, I saw Keaton step out. Relief washed over me, but then I noticed Lacey right beside him, her hand lightly grazing his arm, leaning into his space. She was talking animatedly, her face bright with a smile that he returned. It was as if I was watching them from behind a glass wall, unable to reach through.
I gathered my courage, stepped out of the car, and walked up to him with a smile. “Hey, Keaton,” I said, trying to sound cheerful. “I was hoping we could go home together. My car is having some issues, and it’s been a long day.”
Keaton opened his mouth to respond, but before he could say anything, Lacey cut in. “Keaton, my legs are so sore,” she said, her voice dripping with sweetness. “I’d really appreciate it if you could drop me off. It’s on your way anyway, right?”
I stared at her, stunned, waiting for Keaton to refuse, to tell her that he was going home with his wife. But instead, he nodded. “Of course, Lacey,” he said. “I’ll drop you off.”
“Keaton,” I said, trying to keep the frustration out of my voice. “I really need a ride. My car isn’t working, and it would be nice if—”