Lorenzo had offered to drive me home for my safety. Despite the kind gesture, we rode in awkward silence and I watched out the window as the center of town turned into the slums of Blue Moon where I lived. As we pulled up outside my apartment building, I noticed the patrol car that had been present had disappeared. The cops must have finally gotten bored of doing their jobs.
“Thank you for driving me home,” I said quietly, nodding more to the driver than Lorenzo but he seemed to take all the credit.
“Of course. We’ll see you bright and early tomorrow for another day of progress,” Lorenzo quipped back. Was that sarcasm? He couldn’t have been joking around like that, we were exclusively business partners. I decided to ignore the comment and the way it made my heart speed up at the thought
