“You’re welcome,” said Bobby, lifting Atwood’s face.
“Clancy,” started Bobby, his annoyance at her reactionary tone clear in his voice and on his face.
The rest of the drive to Atwood’s dormitory was in silence. It felt like it would never end. After letting him out of the back seat Bobby got back into Clancy’s car and shut the door. For a second the two of them stared at each other through the window. Bobby’s face was sad. Even though he was smiling, the smile never reached his eyes. Atwood didn’t even get to say thank you again or goodbye before Clancy squealed the tires as she drove Bobby away from him.
© Michael Rohrer 2014