Mandy

While I was driving, the thought occurred to me many times to stop following Malcolm's car and head home. Though the thoughts came and went, I didn't.

Like the gentleman he is, after I park beside his car, he opens my door, takes my hand, and leads me to his apartment. We chat pleasantly about the weather as the fireflies flicker in the darkness. Up the stairs and down the hall, we manage small talk. However, once the door to his apartment is barely closed, all pretense ...