She looked down at her hands on the wheel. She liked them without the ring. Habit kept her wearing it but maybe now it was time to break that. At the cafe it sometimes came in handy. You get less people hitting on you, felt like less people hanging out after the cafe closed. Less people asking “when do you get off?”
Now though it had only probably been a mile. But her spirit was fading. She tried calling Keith. Nothing. It rang a few times then straight to voicemail. She left him a voice mail instead. She told him she understood why he was mad. But please call and she’ll do whatever to make it better. She teared up. She meant what she said.
She put her phone down. Then it rang suddenly she tried to grab it but it fell to the floor. She swerved a little but couldn’t reach it. So she pulled it the closest place she could find.
It was just the cafe, they’d ran out of toilet paper.
