Even this morning, the familiar car was still parked. I acted as if I hadn't seen it, normally walking.
Out of the blue, my phone rang. The taxi driver called, saying, "You way too tricky and far. Is it possible for you to cancel and book another ride?"
"You can't find the place? I ain't in the mountains! What's the point of being a taxi driver?" I muttered right there, and then I canceled the ride.
The familiar black car pulled from my standing, and the window rolled down to reveal Alpha Austin's sharp features. "I'll give you a ride," he offered.
As much as I wanted to decline, I was running late, so I opted not to reject and hopped into the passenger seat.
Back then, I would have been endlessly chatty, the car brimming with conversation. But today, the silence was deafening, with only the wind's whisper breaking it.
With the Alpha silently driving, he seemed uncomfortable with the silence.
"You didn't have breakfast, did you?" he awkwardly asked, breaking the hush.
"I have not," I said under my breath, paying no attention to him.
"How about I'll get you some breakfast later?" He queried, determined to alleviate discomfort.
"No need, Alpha."
"Skipping meals ain't good for my mate."