Her feet were killing her, and she hoped it wasn't going to slow her down when she ran to the gathering. Maybe wearing the cute-but-deadly shoes hadn't been the best idea after all. At least she had her bag of comfortable clothes— complete with running shoes—waiting for her in the car. "Yeah, it was." Matthew unlocked the doors and Claire slid into the passenger seat, kicking off her heels and pressing her feet against the cold floor of the car with a moan of happiness. Matthew got in and started the car. "So, did you have a good time?" "Nope." Claire leaned back in the seat, closing her eyes. Matthew stopped the car halfway through backing out of the parking spot. "Really?" He sounded stunned. "Of course not. A 'good time.' Please! I had a great time." Claire turned her head so that her cheek was resting against the headrest, and she looked at Matthew. "Though I am surprised that we've been dating for almost six months and you still haven't figured out that I'm a smart-ass." Matthew half-smiled, but it was mixed with a grimace that made Claire freeze.
