Anton’s POV
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It seemed like something she would do.
I'd told her I would pick her up at seven, though, and that's what I was doing. Taylor was driving and when we pulled into her driveway she was already walking down the steps in a pair of black skinny jeans, a light blue blouse, and simple black heels, her hair pulled up into that pencil bun again.
I pushed open the door for her, watching as she walked over to the car.
"Hello," she said softly, her eyes meeting mine briefly.
"How was your week?"
She frowned slightly, "Busy...but it was fine. How was yours?"
"It was long." I said watching as she twisted her hands in her lap.
She wasn't giving anything away, although that could have a lot to do with the fact that Taylor was in the car.
"Where are we going?" she asked, finally loo
