It had been a long day—they were always long—when I headed out to my car after my shift was over. Edgar had walked out with me and made for his motorcycle.
“Hey, Scott?”
I stopped as I was about to open my car door. “Yeah?”
Edgar looked more than a little uncomfortable. “Want to go get a drink or something?”
And though he’d asked, his expression said that was exactly the last thing he wanted to do. Fortunately I would save him from such a fate.
“Nah, that’s okay. Not much in the mood.” I opened the door. “Catch you later, Edgar. Good night.”
And I got in without giving him a chance for anymore awkward invitations.
I stopped on the way home for a drive-thru fast food dinner. Soon afterward, I was pulling into my reserved parking space at my apartment complex when I noticed Edgar wait
