“You need me to come and get you after your shift?” Malcolm asked him as he stopped in front of the seafood restaurant where Dustin worked as a waiter.
Dusty wished he could skip working today. He just didn’t feel like it. “You don’t have to. I’ll find a way home. Someone from here or the bus, maybe.”
“Don’t even think about that. I’m not going to just leave you stranded. Call me when you’re close to being ready.”
“Okay.” He nodded and opened the car door and got out. “Have a good night with Jordan.”
Malcolm waved. “I will. See you later.”
Dusty watched him drive away and then turned to go into work. He ignored the gold and silver Christmas bells hanging in the doorway and walked straight to the back and punched in his time card.
“Why haven’t you told him how you feel?”
With a grima
