“Fine, let’s take my car then. At least it’s less noticeable,” I suggested.
Scott silently accepted the compromise.
At the hospital for the rehab consultation, Scott stayed by my side the whole time.
As the appointment was wrapping up, the doctor joked, “So, is this your boyfriend? He’s so considerate and patient.”
I smiled.
Patience was the one thing Scott had never shown me.
He could spend days without eating or drinking for a piece of art, but his patience with me barely lasted a minute.
“He’s just a friend,” I said.
Scott’s expression faltered for a moment.
I remembered a time when we were out for dinner, and one of his long-time fans spotted us.
He had been quick to clarify then, “Just friends!”
I was just mimicking his past behavior. There’s no need to make a fuss.
With a wave of complex cases, Sheriff Chase ordered me to work through my injury.
Each day was consumed by sifting through case files and analyzing evidence.
The only respite came during meals.
“Wow, this artist is incredibly gifted. At such a young age, he’s already made a significant mark in the art world.”