“Yeah, we gotta head out now if we are gonna make the first pitch,” He said, pulling his bag over his shoulder, “Meet you at my truck in ten?” He asked.
Drew stopped by his desk to grab his notes, recorder, and a couple of extra pens which he stuffed into his bag. He suddenly wondered if he had done the right thing in asking her. They’d worked on assignments before since their break-up, but it was easily a forty minute drive to the stadium from there and they’d never had that much time together alone without work to keep them busy since then.
He didn’t want to talk about their past and he hoped she wouldn’t bring it up, either. It probably would do them both good to clear the air, but Drew never thought about things long-term. He lived for the here and now and here and now he didn’t want to talk about anything serious.
“You ready to go?” He asked, “Fair warning: my driving has only gotten worse … so you are gonna wanna buckle up. On the bright side, I’ll probably get us there in ½ the time or not at all, because we will be dead in a fiery car crash,” He said, teasingly, “But hey, what a way to go, right?”
“Yeah, sure, I’ll be right out,” she replied just as Drew left her desk. A loud sigh escaped her lips and looking across from her desk she noticed Jane looking at her. Annie narrowed her eyes and even shrugged, she tried not to show her own surprise.
She closed up her laptop, swiftly walked over to Jane, “It’s fine. Just work.”
Jane mentioned something about her twirling her hair, but Annie was already kissing her goodbye and hustling out of the paper to meet Drew at his truck. After all, it was a big thing of him to ask her to go along with him, considering they weren’t even going somewhere close.
Once they were both in the car and Drew was making his comments about possibly death, Annie just smiled. “If I had to choose, I suppose a fiery car crash would be the way for sure,” she said. It sounded lamer out loud in her head, as she got settled in her spot and Drew put his truck in gear.
With the doors closed all around them, Annie lowered her window to break some of the tension she felt fill the truck. They hadn’t been alone in such a long time and it caused her to fiddle with her camera. Not to mention when they found themselves in the midst of no more small talk, Annie pulled her camera up, glancing through the lens, she actually looked in his direction and snapped a picture of him.
“Looks like we’ve got another wall winner,” she teased. It’s something she’d done with him even before they dated. Taken pictures and then threaten to put them up on her wall at work. Annie generally did this with everyone in the paper, but well, after they’d broken up she’d sort of stopped.
