Ashley turned back to the street, her hand outstretched again in search of a taxi, but her eyes landed on Carla. She was standing outside the restaurant, the woman beside her, but Ashley barely noticed her, because Ashley could see the shock on Carla’s face from across the street.
Ashley’s heart stopped. How much had Carla seen? A minute ago, they’d been inside, but they must have been getting ready to leave. It was late. Oh god. What if she thought that Ashley had been on a date with Olivia? Had she seen them kissing?
Ashley swallowed the lump in her throat, her pulse thumping in her ears. No. There was no way. It had lasted all of two seconds.
Ashley almost told Olivia to get her own taxi, because she’d nearly ran across the street to tell Carla that this wasn’t what it looked like, but before she could, the woman with Carla had flagged down their own taxi, pulling the door open for Carla and sliding in after her, leaving Ashley standing there, frozen in place, wondering how such a nice night could have ended up in disaster like this.