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Chapter 8 by little.cindy little.cindy

Do I get on the bus?

You ask Matt for a ride.

Well, this seemed like a terrible idea, but... "Um, hey, you don't happen to have a car, do you?"

"I do, but the bus is better for the environment." He smiled. I looked at him nervously. "I think I might drive today, though. Want a ride?"

"Yes! I'll meet you back here in five?"

"Sure thing." He waved the bus off and I ran home to grab a bra. I shouted to Sarah and James as I ran upstairs and back out, and they shouted something back. Matt pulled up just as I reached the bus stop.

"I grabbed us both coffee, if that's alright?"

"Thank you!" How thoughtful! I took a sip, the flavor was a little starchy. "French vanilla creamer?"

"Sounds about right." He smiled and I drank some more. It was passable. "Where to?"

I put my office into my phone, and all told we made it there a good fifteen minutes earlier.

"Thank you so much!" I smiled, slipping out of the car. I realized I was taking his coffee travel mug, and turned to hand it back.

"Finish it up, you can give it back tomorrow." He smiled, driving off.

Where did my work day begin from there?

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