Chapter 69

Anna

The drive is silent.

It's something I'm immensely grateful for.

Alan is your typical bad diver. Merges into different lanes, doesn't always see pedestrians and swerves like a bat out of hell.

Living in New York and driving can be quiet challenging and for someone who was never that great of a driver, is even worse. But right now, Alan is being extra careful. I don't know if it's from my freak out earlier or that fact that he is on a non-date/date with me. Either way, I'm grateful.

It takes us a solid half an hour to reach Maggie's. The large restaurant is crowded. Packed actually. This is the first time I have been here when it is open and on a weekend. Alan parks his car and gets out. I stay inside for a moment because I already know he wants to open my door. It's one thing I can't stand, it's one thing he loves to do. After the psychotic breakdown I gave him earlier, it's the least I can do.