A car. I literally can’t believe it.When it first sinks in what he had done, I’m not sure I can accept it. It’s too much, way too much, particularly for a couple that’s not supposed to be all that serious. But I think we passed “just for fun” a long time ago. Still, how can I accept a car from him?When I actually look at him, though, and see how nervous he is, I realize that I have to. He seems terrified as he gazes down at me, waiting for my reaction. Like he is sure I’m about to freak out. It takes me about two seconds to realize how much work and time he put into it—for me—and that’s all I need to know. As uncomfortable as I might be with a big gift like that, I know it doesn't matter. He did it for me because he cared enough about me to do it. There is no way in hell I am throwing that back in his face.So instead I hug him and kiss him and thank him, from the very bottom of my heart.We leave his car in the parking lot and take mine—my car!—to pick up Ellie and Fred for the trip to Ohio.
