The next couple of days she doesn’t offer to give me a ride and avoids me at work. At first I just slough it off and ignore her as well. Two can play at this game. If the chick expects me to beg, she clearly doesn’t know me very well. But on the third day I notice her staring at me all during our shift. Every time I try to make eye contact she turns away quickly, a guilty look on her face. It makes me wonder if there is more to this than just some silly game girls play. I think back to our second conversation when she suspected I had a part in the shop’s robbery. Doubt and fear nag at the back of my mind. Did something happen to make her suspect me again? If so, I need to talk to her – convince her I had nothing to do with it. The last thing I need is for her to go running to the cops or something like that. It would ruin everything I have going right now. The truth is, I kind of like what I’ve got going here, and I don’t need anyone to mess it up.
