When James suggested we go to work together, perhaps feeling guilty about buying the same gift twice.
I didn’t refuse since I wasn’t feeling up to driving.
James stood in front of his car, his brows deeply furrowed.
At some point, he’d developed a strong aversion to me riding in his car, especially in the passenger seat, and had pressured me into buying my own car.
Probably because I’d acted crazy fighting with him over the right to sit in his passenger seat, until he got fed up.
But now, his car was filled with cat plushies and cute stickers, all for Sophie.
Even the passenger seat had been specially redesigned to make it comfortable for petite Sophie.
Still, seeing me waiting, he finally opened the door and started moving the plushies to the back seat.
Watching him go back and forth, I spoke up with a frown, “Never mind, I’ll go to work by myself.”
James tossed the last cat plush into the back seat. “Let’s go together. Sophie just likes decorating things – she’s playful that way. Don’t take it personally.”
Looking at the pink seat that clashed completely with the car’s interior, I declined.
It just felt wrong in my stomach.
I opened my own car door, but James quickly stepped in front of me and slid into the driver’s seat. “I’ll drive. We agreed to go together.”
I watched him for a moment, catching his brief look of discomfort.
So he did realize how inappropriate the passenger seat modifications were.
As James started to explain, I cut him off. “We’ll be late, just drive.”
He pressed his lips together and started the car.
While waiting at a red light, his phone rang.
It was obviously a custom ringtone.
