He drives a dark blue Saturn that blends into the night…or rather, it would if it weren’t for the well-lit Arianna’s sign sticking up above his roof. “That’s subtle,” I say, nodding at the sign as I skirt the car, heading for the passenger side. “Does it turn off?”
Paul laughs as he opens the door behind the driver’s seat and unhooks the sign from the window. “I should’ve left this at work. I’m sorry. I was just so anxious to get out of there—“
“And see me again?” I tease.
The street in front of my apartment complex isn’t exactly well-lit; the only light comes from halogen bulbs attached to the front of our building which illuminate the sidewalk and cast a faint glow as far as Paul’s car. But despite the darkness, I see the way his cheeks color.
He slams the door shut and opens the dr
