Three trips up and down the stairs to get everything into her car. Despite the near-freezing weather, Amber worked up a sweat, feeling all the grosser because of her layers. Even taking her coat off the in car once the heat kicked in wouldn't do any good, given that the pit stains would still reach her carefully-selected blouse. Well then, it'd be a stop for salad and a change of clothes.
Amber tore into second, third, and fourth gear as she drove to Eric's place, barely letting the car adjust with each change. Traffic in this part of the city wasn't too bad, fortunately-- probably everyone by now had hit the highways or were already at their destination. She envied them. Why couldn't an emergency case have come in at the last minute? It wasn't too late to call in cancelling everything. "Sorry, mom, they need me! Everyone's out, this is my chance to shine." All she had to do was reach into her pocket and make one call (and put up with her mom's complaints for the rest of her life). Then she wouldn't have to drive for hours, worry about how much American lettuce and cherry tomatoes, or subject Eric to her family.
But Eric was the precise reason why she couldn't fake a cop-out. He'd have to meet them eventually and this way would be the fastest and presumably the least painful. Amber had always been a fan of ripping the bandage off in one merciless go. And Eric wouldn't be thrilled to have to dread the inevitable for at least two more months, ruining another holiday. They could skip out on Christmas.
Was that him? It was hard to tell from a distance, but the lone figure on the curb was wearing what looked like one of his coats and, the closer Amber got, the more it seemed like him. A little more huddled and curved than usual, but it was pretty damn cold. The important thing was that he hadn't kept her waiting. She skidded to a stop in front of him and jumped out, ready to get his bags into the car as quickly as possible. "Ready?"
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Amber tore into second, third, and fourth gear as she drove to Eric's place, barely letting the car adjust with each change. Traffic in this part of the city wasn't too bad, fortunately-- probably everyone by now had hit the highways or were already at their destination. She envied them. Why couldn't an emergency case have come in at the last minute? It wasn't too late to call in cancelling everything. "Sorry, mom, they need me! Everyone's out, this is my chance to shine." All she had to do was reach into her pocket and make one call (and put up with her mom's complaints for the rest of her life). Then she wouldn't have to drive for hours, worry about how much American lettuce and cherry tomatoes, or subject Eric to her family.
But Eric was the precise reason why she couldn't fake a cop-out. He'd have to meet them eventually and this way would be the fastest and presumably the least painful. Amber had always been a fan of ripping the bandage off in one merciless go. And Eric wouldn't be thrilled to have to dread the inevitable for at least two more months, ruining another holiday. They could skip out on Christmas.
Was that him? It was hard to tell from a distance, but the lone figure on the curb was wearing what looked like one of his coats and, the closer Amber got, the more it seemed like him. A little more huddled and curved than usual, but it was pretty damn cold. The important thing was that he hadn't kept her waiting. She skidded to a stop in front of him and jumped out, ready to get his bags into the car as quickly as possible. "Ready?"