Second strike
By the moment he set his eyes again on the road after glancing at her, he noticed he was a few feet away from her house; making him feel disappointed.
There was a time when spending time with was something he felt anxious about, but now every time he had to say goodbye, he could always find a hundred ways to delay that moment.
He wouldn't use them, of course. He was not that lame or desperate. Still, the sole fact of how tempted he was to spend one more minute with her proved that she had that type of effect on him; and he had to admit that.
Kyle parked in front of her house, turning his body a little to his side just to look at her better.
"Alright, sunshine. Time to go." He spoke with a little grin on his face.
"What? Glad you can finally ditch me?" She mocked, grabbing her backpack from the floor of the car as she unfastened her seatbelt.