“Yeah, um, it’s nothing, I, um—” I stumbled to find an excuse.
“Are you okay?” he asked. I couldn’t answer, I was still fighting tears.
“Here, I’ll walk you to your next class.” I didnt resist as he put his arm around me.
“My names Dave, by the way”
“Ayla” was all I could mutter.
“Well, Miss Ayla, here we are”
“Thank you for walking me” I put on the best half-smile I could manage.
“Hey listen, I don’t know what happened with you or anything, but you can tell me if you want, I’d like to listen”
“Thank you”
“And I don’t think it would be smart to let you drive home alone, so why don’t you let me drive you home?”
“Uh, I don’t know…”
“I insist, meet me in the parking lot, I drive a silver Volvo.”
“Ok…”
What could I say, I was a sucker for silver Volvos.