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"I finished everything. Now it's time to go."
"It's time to go? It's the dinner rush, and there's a line out the door," I say.
Rita comes running out of the kitchen with Marie on her heels.
Marie must have just informed her of what transpired out here in the restaurant while she was waiting for an order to finish.
“Seven, what happened?” she asks him, following behind us.
Seven turns from the booth and heads for the restaurant's entry.
“It was nothing, I swear. Just some drunk guys. They left,” I say over my shoulder to Rita before Seven can make a big deal out of it.
“But not before one of the guys grabbed Brynn,” Marie chimes in, following behind Rita.
“Oh my God! What?” Rita says.
I hear Seven growl something to himself in response to Marie’s event breakdown.
“It wasn’t that bad. I promise,” I try to tell Rita. “Tell her it was fine, Seven.”
“I’m taking her home,” he says back.
He weaves us through the long line of guests standing inside and outside of the door, waiting for their turn to get seated for dinner.
“I’m sorry I can't help with the rush. I guess we’re leaving,” I say before we take a sharp turn out of the door, and we lose them in the crowd.
Now it’s just Seven and I walking down the narrow walkway the same way we came in.
We parked at the end, and in the darkness, as Seven leads us further away from the entry, it's beginning to feel like we're the only two out here.
"I don't understand why we're leaving. Nothing happened. He didn't hurt me, and Rita needs the help."
"I shouldn't have brought you out here," he mumbles.
He regrets bringing me now?
"Why? What did I do?"
"Nothing. You didn't do anything. That asshole did."
"Then why does it feel like I'm the one you're upset with?"
"I'm not upset," he says.
But his long, heated steps that I'm trying to keep up with say something different.
"Really? Because you just passed the jeep about five cars back," I tell him.
He stops immediately without warning and I just about run into the back of him.
He turns around and looks down at the row of cars and then back at me when he sees that I'm right.
“Seven,” I say again. “What if I want to stay and help? What if I don’t want to go home yet?”
“Is that what you want? Do you want to stay here? I won't force you to come with me, Brynn. Miguel and Marie have to drive by my house on their way home,” he says, releasing my hand. “They’ll give you a ride whenever you want if you'd rather stay.”
Is he really going to agree to leave me here?
