Back in the BMW after their meal, Jerry turned on the ignition and idled a moment. He wanted to ask Quin back to his place, but this date hadn’t been his idea in the first place. Quin had to call the shots. If he wanted more, he had to say so.
Jerry waited. Quin sat quietly beside him in the passenger seat staring out into the night.
After a long moment, Jerry put the car into gear. Maybe his company hadn’t been as scintillating as he’d like to think. Maybe he’d bored the young guy, and Quin just wanted to call it quits. Or maybe he was too full to f**k. Another minute passed, and Jerry saw headlights in his side-view mirror, a blinker indicating that someone was waiting for his coveted parking spot. Reluctantly he pulled away from the curb.
Finally, hoping to break the silence between
