Steph stops abruptly as a car pulls out beside us and
just about runs us over. She reacts fast, grabbing my arm and
tugging me to the side. Blocking me with her body.
I’ve never had anyone just about get run over to save
my ass.
The car isn’t really close. The guy sees us at the last
second, swerves, and waves with a chagrined expression on
his face to apologize for just about flattening us.
“Holy,” Steph mutters. She stands on her tiptoes and
looks all around. It’s dark. The car is dark. There are a ton of
other cars trying to get out. Driving all over the place. Their
headlights sweep over us, but it’s not enough light to find the
car.
“I can’t remember where I parked. I was so excited
about getting inside that I didn’t even look to see if there was a
lamp post or a sign or something that had a letter or number.”
“Me either.”
“I always do this. I always lose my car. I go in for
groceries at the tiniest store, and I still lose my car.”
“I do it too.”
Steph fishes her keys out of her purse. She grins at me
deviously. “Should I press the panic button? That would
probably help us find it in a hurry.”
I’m about to protest, but when she presses a button, I
can tell it was the lock-button. The headlights blink and the car
chirps.
“Oh! There!” Steph points and lets out a little squeal of
delight.
Her hand reaches for mine automatically. I gulp when
her fingers knit together with mine. It feels natural. Maybe